As Margherita Watt, in a state of euphoric exhaustion, lay cradling her newborn daughter, Dixie, following a seven-hour natural water birth at home, her husband, Will, dutifully went to the kitchen to prepare her first proper meal.Brings a whole new meaning to "making from scratch."
A short while later, he returned with a cup of strong tea and a plate of what looked like chopped steak fried in olive oil for his wife.
Tentatively, she took a bite, chewed and swallowed rather quickly to avoid thinking too much about what she was eating. 'It tasted a bit like a rich, gamey meat,' says Margherita, 28, a former PR executive, who gave birth 12 weeks ago. ...[W]hat Margherita was eating was her own placenta, delivered minutes after her baby was born at 7.08am on July 28 and then stored in the fridge in a plastic box - alongside the celebratory champagne - to await the frying pan that afternoon....
Today, there are websites featuring 'placenta' recipes, including lasagne, spaghetti bolognaise, or placenta paté - although Margherita preferred to keep hers plain and simple rather than turn it into a culinary event.
25 October 2006
Puts You Right Off Recipe Blogging
A strange cure for the baby blues (Helen Weathers, Daily Mail, 10/24/06)
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An English TV chef/organic farmer/heartless butcher called Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall (no, really) famously cooked placenta on television.
Brit, David:
All of this is way, WAY too much information.
Skipper: I thought everyone knew all about English cooking.
Luckily the Wikipedians are made of sterner stuff than David:
Wikibooks Cookbook:Placenta
The Spicy Australian Placenta sounds pretty good, but what's with the measly two cloves of garlic? Nancy boys.
You all do realize that now I'm going to get a bunch memos from market research claiming that what the public wants is placenta blogging?
Does this count as auto-cannibalism? Suiballism? This is the most disgusting thing I've read in a while.
I "shared" the experience of my wife's Caesarian delivery. Actually I was the only one who saw it, she was under. It looked like the alien autopsy video.
Peter,
Do you get royalties from the Chesterton estate?
David:
I thought everyone knew all about English cooking.
Quite. That is why, when it came to dining in England (or eating anything my English mother cooked) I was all about "trust but verify" long before Pres. Reagan popularized the notion.
Duck:
I think it is payment enough for Peter that he loftily cites GK Chesterton -- someone that erudite gets to dispense with names -- while all I can manage is this response to his pre-frontal attack on the Finns:
ARTIST: Julie Brown
TITLE: I Like Them Big and Stupid
Lyrics
When I need somethin' to help me unwind
I find a six foot baby with a one track mind
Smart guys are nowhere, they make demands
Give me a moron with talented hands
I go bar-hopping and they say last call
I start shopping for a Neanderthal
The bigger they come the harder I fall
In love 'til we're done then they're out in the hall
{Refrain}
I like 'em big and stupid
I like 'em big and real dumb
I like 'em big and stupid
What kind of guy does a lot for me
A Superman with a lobotomy
My fathers outa Harvard
My brothers outa Yale
But the guy I took home last night
Just got outa jail
The way he grabbed and threw me, ooh it really got me hot
But the way he growled and bit me, I hope he had his shots
The bigger they are the harder they'll work
I got a soft spot for a good lookin' jerk
{Refrain}
I met a guy, who drives a truck
He can't tell time but he sure can drive
I asked his name and he had to think
Could I have found the missing link
He's so stupid you know what he said
Well I forgot what he said, 'cause it was so stupid
The bigger they come the harder I fall
In love 'til we're done then they're out in the hall
{Refrain}
I like 'em big and real dumb
I like 'em big and stupid
I was very moved by my co-birthing experience. Almost moved enough to vomit.
And yes, every time you do that we stay up until dawn scratching our heads for a reply, and then resignedly mumble "Drats! Foiled by Chesterton again!"
I "co-birthed" both our children, and was happy to be there. Nothing about it made me squeamish, not even the placenta. One thing is for sure, the first that that occurred to me when I saw it sure as heck wasn't dinner.
(Which raises the question: who was the first person to look at a lobster and see dinner?)
I'm sure women view it as one of those tests to see if you are in for the whole ten yards. Considering what is at stake for them, I can understand why.
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