A Perfectly Neutral Auschwitz
I heard the enemy dinner-call. So I walked to UPenn for a talk on Cultured Meat. Having apprenticed in my dad’s butcher shop, I don’t relate to clinically strained beef. I have natural tastes. True flavors.
If, under siege in the Techno-Apocalypse, I was cannibalized by starving pals? The sorry chef would eulogize. (more…)