True story. The ultimate quest for bourgie found is this gem of a concoction: breast milk ice cream served up by a fancy ice cream shoppe in London. We know that breast milk is far superior to formula, de rigueur among the wealthier demographics (super sad but true: formula companies have insanely massive campaigns in 3rd world countries and in low income communities where women are not as educated) and clearly the new hot thing for foodies all over. First of all, ew. Second of all, a-m-a-z-i-n-g! It’s amazing especially because they almost did it….until some pesky health agency came and took it away as swiftly as a bottle from a baby (had to do it, sorry). The milk was culled from 15 women, screened for safety and sold as ice cream.
I guess the health agency didn’t think the screens were thorough enough (hep c can pass through breast milk and, I believe, is not part of routine screenings). Bummer. I wish patrons of the joint could have at least told us how it tastes. Is it gross that I’m strangely fascinated? I mean, the owner says that if booze and cigarettes are safe, then must clearly be the holy water of desserts! I’m sold. Send me free samples.