It’s annoying, but I was once in a Korean restaurant when a guy at the table next to me sent back two dishes because he found them “inedible”. Why he wasn’t expecting Korean cuisine to be on the spicy side is beyond me.
Even though I wouldn’t be like that I cut 'em some slack. And if I did send a dish back for purely personal reasons I’d pay for it.
You’d thinks so, but kosher and halal meats are really only marginally safer than non, in a best case scenario. And the slaughterhouses and meat packers involved are pretty scum baggy. Routinely cited/fined for animal welfare abuses, sanitation problems, labor abuses, and violation of the religious dictates they exist to fulfill. Disregarding appearances it’s often some of the sketchiest, least humane meat you can get. They seemingly get a pass and a marketing bump because people assume the companies would never dare skirt a religious dictate to make a buck.
I was gonna say it sounds like one of those lame superhero origin stories from the early 40s. I’m still not sure what the new hero’s powers would be though.
It fluoresces under a specific wavelength of light. They meat was not yellow (or harmful in any way).
Oh sure take all the fun speculation of mutant glowing humans taking over the world out of it.
You can cut them like regular chickens!
The power to revolt?
I’d say they’re probably right.
I’ve had jellyfish a couple times at Chinese banquets. It must be an acquired taste, because to me it had no particular flavor and the texture was pretty much that of eating rubber bands. I was a guest, so I enjoyed it politely.
A year ago a couple of Taiwanese friends took me to a hole in the wall Thai place, sandwiched between a porn shop and a check cashing place. It was packed cheek to jowl. I also noticed the profusion of sweat stained paper towels everywhere.
We sit down, I mention that I looove spicy food and am thinking about getting Hot red pineapple curry. They both look at each other, then look at me and say, “don’t get Hot”. So I took their advice and got the level down from that, and WOWZAA I was glad I listened.
Medium was easily concentrated habanero spicy, and the looks of pain and ecstacy from the others who ordered super spicy was both funny and cathartic.
Don’t know where I am going with this. I need some hot sauce stat.
I can understand the local understaffed and undergunned regulator not wanting to catch flack for offenses to god and offenses to mammon, which would make focusing on the standard slaughterhouses slightly more attractive, since then you only get the mammon related pushback; but it’s pretty baffling how anyone with the vaguest knowledge of history (or the present for that matter) would refrain from assuming that the companies can, would, and likely are skirting religious dictates for all sorts of reasons.
For all their gravity, they…aren’t exactly…uniformly adhered to in any walk of life.
The agency also says it suspended the person responsible for selling the lamb, adding that its investigation revealed “tensions and dysfunction” among leadership at the site where she was held.
W.T.A.F?
Kind of an interesting story in that I suspect that fluorescent jellyfish protein would be a weird (and unlikely) thing to be allergic to, but man, if you were that person. Sitting down to a lamb dinner, when WHAM! Anaphylaxis… but… but… I’m only allergic to jellyfish!
And that’s pretty much my extent of concern for “GMO” organisms making it into the food chain.
A family member grows some Thai peppers. When he feels the need to spice up, say, a gallon of stew he’ll carefully take one and twirl it around the edge of the pot then throw it away. That’s enough to give a noticeable kick. Then he has a Thai friend who will come over and pluck those same peppers and eat them like candy.
Then there’s Les Murray’s Vindaloo in Merthyr Tydfil, a poem that always makes me crave “a sauce of rich yellow brimstone”.
I don’t think I’ve told this story on BoingBoing yet… Lao cooking is a lot like Thai. At my old company we used to have a bottle of Dave’s Insanity sauce somebody was keeping in the break room for extra heat. One or two drops of that stuff was my limit. There was this young Lao guy, Kets, working there - one day he came back to the break room with his plate lunch, spotted the bottle of Dave’s Insanity, and thinking it was like Sriracha shook a bunch of it all over his lunch. When he started eating it, he realized his mistake, his face turned bright red, but he kept going and he finished the whole damn plate. Seriously high tolerance for heat.
Whoooa! One time during college my roommate put a pan on the stove, high heat. Dumped a quarter bottle of Insanity sauce into it, and because he was stoned forgot about it.
90 seconds later we evacuated the apartment. Napalm death doesn’t begin to cover it 
Could it be actually weaponized for e.g. anti-burglar booby trap? A bottle of this thing, with a heater coil inside? Switch the coil, vaporize/aerosolize the condiment?
