David H wrote: I sometimes look at my wheaten terrier, Sebastian, and tell him straight out: "Buddy, if worse comes to worst, you're dinner." I'm pretty sure he feels the same about me.

Of more relevance to this topic is whether you have had the same dialogue, internal or otherwise, with and about human members of your household. Of course, the younger and weaker ones would be tastier and easier to kill, but I fear, sentimentalist that I am, I would offer myself to save my kids, but seriously doubt I could eat them to save myself. And in general, I somehow doubt I would want to live in a world where I am eating my neighbors (take that anyway you wish).

Aw heck, there I go anthropomorphizing and sentimentalizing my food again!

Probably for similar reasons, I found the last scene of Fellini's Satyricon so memorable. The deceased is very rich, and as a condition of his will, his heirs must consume his body. So they are all chowing down while the fool, in typical understated Fellini fashion, is moving about them, guffawing.

Interesting to consider that eating a Bear is somehow vanquishing a competitor and/or consuming a peer. It does explain the particular brutality I read of, though not in a way that reflects well on human nature.

Surely the Nick Lowe song that needs quoting at this point is not "What's So Funny About Peace Love and Understanding but "Marie Prevost."

dicksond wrote:Probably for similar reasons, I found the last scene of Fellini's Satyricon so memorable. The deceased is very rich, and as a condition of his will, his heirs must consume his body. So they are all chowing down while the fool, in typical understated Fellini fashion, is moving about them, guffawing.

Another striking scene from Italian cinema/literature in this connexion is the banquet scene in Malaparte's La Pelle (I hope my memory is accurate here). The chef for the banquet produces a sort of mermaid presentation, half-human and half fish... I guess from a culinary perspective, the dish is allied to or arises from the (western) Mediterranean tradition of combining pork with seafood.

Monstrous delicious...

A

dicksond wrote:

David H wrote: I sometimes look at my wheaten terrier, Sebastian, and tell him straight out: "Buddy, if worse comes to worst, you're dinner." I'm pretty sure he feels the same about me.

Of more relevance to this topic is whether you have had the same dialogue, internal or otherwise, with and about human members of your household.

Butch, I can't imagine where you come up with such sick s*it. Really!

Any way, I enjoyed your reference to the "understated" Fellini -- no other filmmaker, in choice of subject matter or directorial style, says Decadence quite so colorfully as Fellini (though Bob Guccione in Caligula comes close).

For European and American cultures, the cannabalistic undercurrent seems, at bottom, a powerful signifier of decadence. It's what you do when all the usual ways of finding culinary pleasure have been experienced so often that they come to bore.

Hammond

Reality is sometimes worse than fiction:

Police: Wedding guests eat victim
Tuesday, August 10, 2004 Posted: 7:28 PM EDT (2328 GMT)

MANILA, Philippines (AP) -- Four members of a family have been arrested and charged with murder for allegedly killing and eating a relative during a wedding reception -- and serving his flesh to unwitting party guests, police have said...

http://www.cnn.com/2004/WORLD/asiapcf/0 ... nnibal.ap/

HODGES: We can't go on much longer, sir. We haven't eaten since the fifth day.

MORLEY: We're done for, we're done for!

LIEUTENANT: Shut up, Morley.

HODGES: We've got to keep hoping. Someone may find us.

LEWIS: How we feeling, Captain?

CAPTAIN: Not too good. I...I feel so weak.

MORLEY: We can't hold out much longer.

CAPTAIN: Listen...chaps...there's still a chance. I'm...done for, I've...got a gamey leg and I'm going fast; I'll never get through. But...some of you might. So...you'd better eat me.

HODGES: Eat you, sir?
CAPTAIN: Yes. Eat me.

HODGES: Ewwww! With a gamey leg?

CAPTAIN: You don't eat the leg, HODGES. There's still plenty of good meat. Look at that arm.

MORLEY: It's not just the leg, sir.

CAPTAIN: What do you mean?

MORLEY: Well, sir...it's just that

CAPTAIN: Why don't you want to eat me?

MORLEY: I'd. I'd, I'd rather eat Johnson, sir!

HODGES: So would I, sir.

LEWIS: Definitely.

CAPTAIN: I see.

JOHNSON: I'm not an hors doeuvre, everyone's gonna eat me!

LIEUTENANT: Uh, well.

MORLEY: What, sir?

LIEUTENANT: Go ahead, please, but I won't

MORLEY: Oh nonsense, sir, you're starving.

LIEUTENANT: No, no, it's not that.

MORLEY: What's the matter with Johnson, sir?

LIEUTENANT: Well, he's not kosher.

MORLEY: That depends how we kill him, sir.

LIEUTENANT: Yes, that's true. But to be perfectly frank I...I like my meat a little more lean. I'd rather eat Hodges.

HODGES: Blimey! Oh well, all right.

MORLEY (sulking): I still prefer Johnson.

CAPTAIN: I wish you'd all stop bickering and eat me!

LEWIS: Look. I tell you what. Those who want to can eat Johnson. And you, sir (to Lieutenant), can have my leg. And we make some stock from the Captain, and then we'll have Johnson cold for supper.

CREW: (cacophonous, all at once)
CAPT: Hmm, yes, good idea.
MORL: Excellent thinking, very good.
LIEUT: I don't suppose we could have Hodges in the morning?
HODGES: Good idea, yes.
JOHN: Wonderful menu. Yes.

For those interested in exotic emeats... http://www.deliciousdogs.com/

or go to your local Korean restaurant and order "kae" or "boshintang" and look at the expression on their face.

Barbara Streisand said it best

Barbara Streisand - People Lyrics

People, people who eat people
are the luckiest people in the world.
We're children, needing other children And yet letting our
grown-up pride hide all the need inside,
Acting more like children than children.Canibals are very special
people,
They're the luckiest people in the world.
With one person, one very special person,
A feeling deep in your soul Says you were half, now you're
whole.No more hunger and thirst,But first, be a person who eats people.
People who eat people are the luckiest people in the world.

Any DIY types out there considering the Hammond diet may want to check out the following link which also has what appears to be a very good BBQ sauce rec.

http://www.churchofeuthanasia.org/e-sermons/butcher.html

John

Well, and there's always Manbeef.com which seems likely to have inspired Deliciousdogs.com. Unfortunately, it seems to be no more, but you can at least read about it here.

Yet another link about the gastronomic consideration of cannibalism.

From Food Quotes


"I believe that if ever I had to practice cannibalism, I might manage if there were enough tarragon around."
James Beard (1903-1985)


[url=http://www.foodreference.com/html/quotes.html]"I won't eat anything that has intelligent life, but i'd gladly eat a network executive or a politician."
Marty Feldman (American comedic actor)

JSM wrote:Any DIY types out there considering the Hammond diet may want to check out the following link which also has what appears to be a very good BBQ sauce rec.

http://www.churchofeuthanasia.org/e-sermons/butcher.html

John, very beautiful poem. Didn't know you were a Streisand fan (but then again, you had mentioned you'd been to the Baton a few times, so I guess your admiration of Babs should be no surprise ).

About the Church of Euthanasia, gosh, do you think it could be a put-on? It's tough to argue with the The Four Pillars of suicide, abortion,
cannibalism, and sodomy, and I had some difficulty sussing out the political orientation of the parodists (I'm guessing they're anarcho-syndicalists).

Hammond

David

I've always been a big fan of Babs as well as the Baton,El Gato Negro,Isla Pillapino and that late nite place down in Little Village.However after a back to back reading of your recent posts on the Baton and canabilism I've been plagued by visions of Chilli Pepper singing People while heating me up a Manwhich....Thanks alot.

As for the Church of Euthanasia being a put on you may be on to somthing. I've read through the entire site and can't find anything about Asian youth. The Bob Arson BBQ sauce reciepe does look good though.

John

Jeez, I've been at Wendy's for chili at least a dozen times in the last month -- nothing yet. If anyone has had better luck, I'd like to hear about it.

David "Still waiting for someone to give me the finger" Hammond

Ran across the following article:

Allen, Gary. 1999. What is the Flavor of Human Flesh? Presented at the Symposium Cultural and Historical Aspects of Foods Oregon State University, Corvallis, OR.

http://food.oregonstate.edu/ref/culture ... allen.html

The author had specific criteria as to who would be a reliable respondent about the taste of human flesh:

What we need is a modern individual, preferably someone like us (to avoid possible cultural confusion), a sane, intelligent person who just happens to have eaten human flesh. Ideal sources should have better than average ability to express themselves clearly.

He recounts his search through the liturature, including one woman who killed and ate her abusive husband:

"I did his ribs just like in a restaurant. It's so sweet, it's so tender and delicious. I like mine tender."

Unfortunately for our quest, Mrs. Nelson lacks one of the more desirable attributes of an expert witness: sanity.

And yes, he does find a report that he feels meets [meats?] his criteria.

Giovanna

You heard it first here, on LTHForum.com:

http://www.american-cannibal.com/

Does this shed any light on the subject?

CANNIBAL: A person who engages in the culinary equivalent of incest; that is, a hunter-gatherer who hunts and gathers other hunter-gatherers, usually while they are out gathering, because they tend to be less alert at that time than when they are hunting. Cannibals often consume particular parts in hopes of magically improving their own corresponding parts. For example, a warrior might eat an admired rival’s heart so as to increase the boldness of his own heart. In a similar spirit, he might make a meal of his neighbor’s nubile and attractive wife.

Apologies in advance, but I saw this article and thought immediately of this thread.

Further preparation details here

Don't let Andrew Zimmern see this post. He is just one step away from that. Could be the only teste he has not tried.

Mark Twain wrote:

Foreigners cannot enjoy our food, I suppose, any more than we can enjoy theirs. It is not strange; for tastes are made, not born. I might glorify my bill of fare until I was tired; but after all, the Scotchman would shake his head, and say, "Where's your haggis?" and the Fijan would sigh and say, "Where's your missionary?"


- A Tramp Abroad

No disrespect to Fijan's, or Englishmen. We Scots are used to fending for ourselves where haggis is concerned.

During today's lunch, the conversation drifted to cannibalism. I projected what anyone might say about me:

"That Cathy, what a witch!. That Cathy, what a dish!"

I kinda liked that one.

Regards,

I asked a teacher at Le Cordon Bleu what herbs and spices he'd use if he needed to resort to cannibalism. Assuming the shipwreck saved a treasure chest of flavorings, I suppose. He said sage, as we probably don't taste too different from sausage.

Speaking of cannibalism, there just might be a song about cannibalism on my next LTH compilation. We shall see.

I don't give a flying F**K about people eating people.

What REALLY matters is that the Orgasmatron link in the OP no longer works.

Please fix.

hoppy2468 wrote:I don't give a flying F**K about people eating people.

What REALLY matters is that the Orgasmatron link in the OP no longer works.

Please fix.

Take your pick:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orgasmatron

http://www.foxnews.com/story/2008/02/25 ... isfaction/

Pie Lady wrote:I asked a teacher at Le Cordon Bleu what herbs and spices he'd use if he needed to resort to cannibalism. Assuming the shipwreck saved a treasure chest of flavorings, I suppose. He said sage, as we probably don't taste too different from sausage.

A favorite story told by the "reformed cannibals" of Polynesia to visiting tourists is that the reason they eat so much Spam is because it tastes just like Human. This joke was actually repeated as fact by the travel writer Paul Theroroux in his book about kayaking in Tonga and Fiji.

Makes sense to me. All that extra sodium we consume can't all be pissed away.