If this actually worked, I wonder whether it would be an expensive niche item, like seitan, or a massive meat replacement, like the weird, rubbery chicken you get at Sammy's Noodle Shop on 6th Ave?
Also, apparently Cornel West's new book sucks. My favorite parts of this book are the suggestion that West needs to go out to the woodshed, which had a different meaning in the Army than it seems to have among Jazz musicians, and the following long quotation:
“The basic problem with my love relationships with women is that my standards are so high -- and they apply equally to both of us. I seek full-blast mutual intensity, fully fledged mutual acceptance, full-blown mutual flourishing, and fully felt peace and joy with each other. This requires a level of physical attraction, personal adoration, and moral admiration that is hard to find. And it shares a depth of trust and openness for a genuine soul-sharing with a mutual respect for a calling to each other and to others. Does such a woman exist for me? Only God knows and I eagerly await this divine unfolding. Like Heathcliff and Catherine’s relationship in Emily Bronte’s remarkable novel Wuthering Heights or Franz Schubert’s tempestuous piano Sonata No. 21 in B flat (D.960) I will not let life or death stand in the way of this sublime and funky love that I crave!”And why would you? Go get that sublime and funky love.
And I meanwhile, will savor my sublime and funky love for soggy laboratory-grown pork. Mmmm.