Yes they did. Thanks to food inventor Charlie Harry Francis at the Lick Me I’m Delicious ice cream company, this decidedly un-vegetarian confection can be yours for the low, low price of $225.22 plus the travel cost of a visit to the UK:
“It’s glow-in-the-dark jellyfish ice cream using calcium activated proteins that react when they are agitated, or to put it in a nonscience-y way, it glows when you lick it.”
Francis worked with a scientist from China who figured out a way to synthesize the luminescence protein found in jellyfish. He used it to make the ice cream give off a neon green glow when your tongue makes contact with the icy substance.
A scoop of the glowing ice cream costs about £140, or $225.22. And regarding the question of whether it’s safe to eat, Francis writes, “Well, I tried some and I don’t seem to be glowing anywhere, so we’ll go with a yes for now.”
Lick at your own risk, as they say.
Photo: Reiki Lifestyle
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One Halloween several years ago, while working in the office where I discovered porn on my computer, I decided to dress up as, Max, one of my coworkers.
Dressing the part was easy because Max, like a lot of young, twenty-something guys, had a predilection for plaid button ups. He loved the Dodgers, and often wore a ball cap to the office. He had a tendency to roll up the cuff of his pants to show off his white athletic socks. He wore horn-rimmed glasses, and maintained some facial scruff.
Valerie, another one of our coworkers, was throwing a Halloween party at her apartment after work, so a bunch of us decided to come to the office in costume.
“Hey, you’re not dressed up today,” a manager, Ben, said when I arrived at the office.
I put up a finger and told Ben to wait, and then went into the bathroom to start applying makeup to my face to mimic facial hair, which sadly, I cannot grow. I put on a ball cap and walked back out into the office.
“You’re Max!” Ben exclaimed.
And then, a few moments later, from the doorway across the room I heard:
“Oh my god, you’re me!”
He burst out laughing, and the room erupted in laughter. Then I started laughing—out of relief more than anything. I had managed to prank Max.
If you need an excuse to drink coffee and take a quick cat nap later this afternoon, just argue that it’ll reboot you and make you work more effectively for the rest of the day.
A professor of of medicine and pediatrics at the University of Mississippi Medical Center examined random chicken nuggets from two unnamed restaurants and discovered that chicken nuggets actually don’t have very much lean, white meat. Aren’t chicken nuggets on the level of hot dogs by now? Hot dogs are also often a mish-mash of different parts but they’re popular among kids as well. And they’re popular among kids, as we learned from Jamie Oliver, even when kids know what the nuggets are made of. We live in a world of $1 billion Doritos Los Tacos sold. Also chains like KFC know that people can be turned off by this mish-mash so they are quick to advertise that their nuggets are entirely made of breast meat. And they’re delicious.
Last Wednesday marked a very momentous occasion in our house: we had our annual volunteer shift for my CSA share. CSA being the very utopian and nice-in-theory thing where you pay money up front and get produce, eggs, flowers, sometimes meat and cheese, from local farms. And like all utopian enterprises, there’s an obligatory volunteer shift.
I ended up actually enjoying my shift last year, if for no other reason than it let me pretend for those few dozen trips carrying pallets of root vegetables that I was actually part of something, like I was some sort of adorably ineffective farmhand who kept her complaints to herself and smiled for the shareholders.
Apparently, hedge-fund billionaire Steve Cohen paid $100,000 to hang out with Guy Fieri and “reenact a fantasy episode of ‘Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives,’” according to a new book out about the Food Network.
I don’t know about this whole robots taking over the coffee business, though I’m sure it will have an effect. One of the reasons why I like getting coffee is the real-live human interaction I get from a coffee shop. The person who takes my coffee order every morning knows my name. She asks me how I’m doing. There is a good buzz going on. If there were a human-operated coffee shop down the street from me next to a robot-operated coffee shop, I’d pay the premium to go to the one with humans.
Our pal Willy Staley has a really lovely story in the New York Times Magazine giving readers a behind-the-scenes look at Balthazar, a popular French brasserie in New York. Three hundred reservations in one night is considered “mellow!” One of the butchers preps 150 steaks in 30 minutes! The thing that’s unclear to me in the above is whether the tip money is what each of the workers earn, and not what will be divided among them (with 300 dinner reservations, it must be what they each earn).
So the thing that happens to chickens living in cities with their urban owners after they stop laying eggs is that their owners often feel too attached to their chickens so they don’t, you know, *makes throat-cutting gesture*.
Maybe you’ve heard the financial wisdom that cutting out buying coffee is a good way to save (e.g. yourlatte factor). Here are three economic concepts to remember when putting yourself through this, or similar mental anguish over how you spend your money.