5 Food And Drink Trends That Are Perfect For Jackasses

The phrase “too much of a good thing” applies to all elements of life, even science. Especially culinary science. No incredulity it’s saved countless lives, be it through improved hygiene rehearsals or increased menu crop harvests to feed the disadvantaged. On the flip side, it’s rendered a number of unbelievable foodie tends for no other recognizable rationale than to see us all look like nerds. To regain our dignity, I propose reverting to a hunter-gatherer life, as all crucial nutrients can be supplied by foraging for berries and lichen. I symbolize, it can’t be any worse than employing happens like …


Food Clouds

One can argue that culinary science is lagging far behind the other penalties. Yes, during the past 200 times we’ve stopped adding lead chromate and other deliciously deadly metal derivatives to mustard, but compare that to other battlegrounds. In about 60 times, NASA proceeded from launching weather bags with varying levels of success to shoring a spacecraft on one of Saturn’s moons, whereas menu technicians still can’t bequeath a sugar-free Jell-O that doesn’t flavor like diabetic bedsores.

For the past few decades, scientists have sought to create calorie-free menus — maybe forgetting that calorie and food are synonyms. Alas, a calorie-free menu cannot lie, but molecular gastronomists have invented the next closest stuff ๐Ÿ˜› TAGEND

Delicious foreboding shadow .

That machine above is known as Le Whaf, birthed jointly from the loins of menu scientist David Edwards and culinary decorator Marc Bretillot at the Parisian experimental science-art firm Le Laboratoire. That was likely “the worlds largest” snobbish sentence you’ll ever read.

The meal-to-be is firstly cooked, then tightened and rained into the ultrasonic Le Whaf invention, which rouses menu particles by ultrasound reverberations, producing a cloud ๐Ÿ˜› TAGEND

Essentially a synthetic fart .

Le Whaf was inspired by the raving success of Le Whif, a menu corpuscle dispenser that debuted to uniformly poverty-stricken evaluations, and was discontinued forever with the unused inventory sent to Moldova along with the latest shipment of Chicago Bulls 1997 Championship T-shirts.

Though to be fair, it simply failed because it was awful. Like an asthma inhaler for obesity, its producers promised a smooth, almost-calorie-free knock of chocolate with each smoke. Harmonizing to the overwhelmingly disgruntled evaluations, all it did was weakly eject a small loading of chafing chocolate gunpowder that offset beings cough.

You can be secretly sucking chocolate junk while everyone thinks you’re trying to kill yourself by smoking a missile casing.



Caviar wasn’t always the highbrow menu it is today. Its ascent to the flower of menu snobbery began as a Pursuit Of Happyness -like rags-to-riches fib that began in the late 19 th-century when sturgeon was so plentiful that American bars offered it as a complimentary imbibe snack, to seduce patrons to buy more beer in the pre-Lays potato chips world.

Then, like a beautiful Disney story, the American person became aware that inebriation is its own reward. And caviar , now one of the world’s most expensive offal , no longer expends its nighttimes moving tricks in bars, instead co-mingling with the moneyed nobility in ritzy penthouses and undercover sex mansions.

But what of us poor souls who desire to imitate the pointless extravagances of the unscrupulous rich on a strict poverty-stricken man’s budget?

Thanks to the Imperial Spherificator and contesting commodities, you can see your own. Located on the real scientific process of spherification, whereby liquids are was transformed into insignificant gelatinous fields with a thicken operator, spherificators can transform virtually any menu entry into ghetto caviar ๐Ÿ˜› TAGEND

These little fields can instantaneously jazz up any meal, like the classic Tabasco oyster, simply all snobbish ๐Ÿ˜› TAGEND

Alternatively, supplement an delectable film of algae to your favorite liquors ๐Ÿ˜› TAGEND

You can even use it to kicking desserts up a notch, theoretically, though for me there’s something awfully unsettling about what appears to be sushi-grade tobiko piled on top of a slice of Safeway cheesecake ๐Ÿ˜› TAGEND

You’d think they would have splurged for Cheesecake Factory for the photo shoot instead of replenishing a cardboard container with Elmer’s Glue.


Sonic Seasoning

Stoners say the stupidest happens. But every so often, either by sheer prosperity or maybe interdimensional revelation, they’ll utter something so profound that it preempts scientific knowledge. We all laughed at my friend, let’s announce him Charlie, when one darknes he asserted that the music tasted good. But scientists have since discovered that humans really can smack music and now Charlie’s the one laughing at us, because reprisal is a meal good acted stoned.

A study led by Oxford experimental psychologist Dr. Charles Spence found that various tones correspond with basic appetites , and that the right pitch further strengthen flavor knowledge, procreating sweeteneds sweeter and potato chips crunchier.

More recently, Spence and sound decorator Felipe Carvalho commissioned a troupe of musicians to form The Sound Of Chocolate; quite literally chocolate-eating music to arouse you when you can’t find the motivation to be a candy bar-guzzling piece of shit.

Sure, sonic salt offers some practical everyday applications, like enhancing the creaminess of your nightly pre-bedtime Snickers bar, or reviving a stale crate of chippings, or even helping you cook the excellent cut of meat.

But we all have at least one nasty acquaintance who shows up to dinner jaunts merely to bicker a free sandwich and spend the part duration on their smartphone, while everyone at the counter merely chooses they were dead. Now envisage how much more disturbing these beings will be when they’re thought bobbing throughout the whole meal with an oversized pair of Beats on.


Alcohol Vaporizers

Why imbibe your booze like a primitive savage when you can inhale it like some kind of futuristic genius? The Vaportini, available online and at pretentious millennial eateries, vaporizes your favorite characters in order to be allowed to absorb them sans calories ๐Ÿ˜› TAGEND

It’s apparently very popular, because I once accidentally marched in on two homeless men and the status of women employing a same invention in a Chevron restroom.

The eventual frat boy destroyer, breath booze is presumably more potent because it directly penetrates the bloodstream, hop-skip the gut and all the Taco Bell therein as well as the liver, where it loses a few percentage points to metabolization.

Teenaged partygoers adoration it, for some reason, even though it’s much easier to merely imbibe the damn booze. Hell, in my era we were happy with a nine-dollar plastic handle of Popov and a chill-ass parking lots to chug it in. And even at “the worlds largest” broke-ass defendants, I’ve never seen anything as depraved as employing a bike run to huff booze, something going on in well-to-do suburban households.

Coincidentally, vaporized alcohol was trending hard-handed in Europe a few years ago when I saw my ancestral apartment building in the beautiful Romanian city of Timisoara. Sure, I felt like a total dickbag huffing vapors from a straw as beings high-fived all about me, but with family and working identifies of home buying round after round I sure as hell wasn’t going to let my own country down.

I’m not a big drinker, and after about eight or nine “shots” of vapor over an incommensurately short span, I recognized I’m possibly going down soon. So I hired the pre-blackout protocol, passing off my prizeds to a dispassionate cousin and writing my address on my wrist for any farmers or policemen that might fish me from a ditch the following morning.

And then nothing happened. I find hummed but nowhere near pissed. Disappointing, but since I conserved consciousness in all areas of the darknes I chalked it up as a win.

As it turns out, the effects are strong and oral organisation is still the preferred method if you’re trying to get turnt up. But gravely, it’s just good to see that boys aren’t remaining vodka in their ass anymore.


Cocoa Powder Bumps

As the last entry showed us, a element becomes a drug when you need paraphernalia to spend it. And so I present to you the most difficult stuff Belgium has ever done, other than, you are familiar with, all the colonial bondage ๐Ÿ˜› TAGEND

That’s the chocolate crap-shooter, a modified 19 th-century snuff machine that slingshots cocoa powder directly into the underside of your brain.

Invented as a tongue-in-cheek birthday endowment for the Rolling Stones, the chocolate crap-shooter is Belgian chocolatier Dominique Persoone’s Frankenstein’s monster, an immoral fabrication to prove God’s inexistence.

Then, for some reason, the general public expressed interest in Persoone’s device, so he commercially rendered it and has so far sold over 25,000 legions, according to himself. Likely to people who’d like to experience catastrophic sinus fold without the pity of a cocaine addiction.

Persoone claims that snorting his cocoa, which contains ginger gunpowder and opulent spices to accent the rich, chocolaty records, harvests a natural high — most likely the slight euphoria links with ability cadre death.

When asked if the practice of snorting cocoa gunpowder was safe, doctors laughed and high-fived and a few of them dabbed.

The proliferation of weapons beer pong and craft beer may have you think that we’re living in one of the peak ages to get drunk, but humen have been coming famously hammered for millennia. Like a frat house’s lawn after a kegger, biography is littered with nature changing occasions “thats been” secretly powered by liquor. The inaugural recreations of the Roman Coliseum, the drafting of the American constitution and the Russian Revolution were all covered off by major parties that most attendees possibly repented in the morning .

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