Homaro Cantu is part chef and part mad scientist, and makes culinary masterpieces using the unlikeliest of ingredients. In this episode of Future Food, he shows us how he makes tuna out of watermelon, and scallops out of tofu!

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In the spirit of journalistic heroism, WSJ has sent their team to report on the world's most imposing sandwich, "the Horseshoe." Then they made that sandwich a burrito and deep fried it, and the rest is history. Tasty, tasty history.

Hey, American children, stop embarrassing American adults! Jamie Oliver, a man who comes from a country that calls bland, gray blobs of food "dinner," is showing the world that not only do American children eat horribly, they like it.

Food Tech host Bobby Bognar enjoys tasting food not ready to be consumed, it's his MO. Today, he tried some fresh picked olives and his crew really enjoyed the result.

While filming a movie-picture in Nashville, the blogging actress recently discovered delicious fried foods. Now in her latest Goop missive she regales us with a tale of how she discovered sweet frozen parlour treats.

Eating dirt. Eating at the world's best restaurant. Eating, as a weapon of international cold war. What do all these things have in common? Science! And eating. And death!

Michelle Obama took the kids to Grimaldi's in Brooklyn today. Outrageous! Everyone knows the crust at Di Fara is better—why won't you listen to the people? (Also the people demand you tell us how Tottono's is since they reopened.)

A new study by two professors (one also a minister) says that meal portions portrayed in paintings of the Last Supper have grown steadily over the centuries. Has this encouraged people to overeat, or is it art imitating life? [Reuters]

Celebrated actress and angelic very expensive lifestyle guru Gwyneth Paltrow has been filming a movie in Nashville, TN and has been touring the sites for her website, Goop. Her favorite thing? All the fried food! Really! Believe her! She's normal!

At San Francisco's Bay Area Anarchist Book Fair, militant vegans in hooded sweatshirts and masks pied ex-vegan writer Lierre Keith. Their pies were laced with chili peppers—the better to make her weep.

Anthony Bourdain has gone from hip middle-aged man who travels the world, to a crotchety old man who travels the world so gradually we almost didn't notice. But there he was last night, complaining, aching, and just being old.

Starting in July, all NYC restaurants will have to post the letter grade they receive on their city cleanliness inspection. Note: "C" is a failing grade. It does not stand for "Copacetic," no matter what Taco Bell tells you. [NYT]

The theft of 120 boxes of "almond tarts, punch rolls, apple crowns, and brownies" in Sweden has been attributed to members of Europe's Black Cobra crime ring. After a series of raids, officials confiscated hundreds of cakes.

Yesterday, Lori Mason won plaudits from kinky sex freaks far and wide for allowing her chef husband to make cheese from her breast milk. Alas! Now comes a food critic to dispel your dreams of tasty human bosom curd.

Anthony Bourdain has a big problem with food bloggers. He doesn't see why someone would want to eat food, document it, and then have other people view the results of that experience. Pot, meet kettle.

Lori Mason, whose chef husband is currently serving cheese made of her breast milk, has declined requests from strangers to sample her milk, saying "I'm not here to walk people through their psychological problems." Guess what the NEXT SENTENCE is?

Gordon Ramsay is a notorious neat freak on Kitchen Nightmares . Upon discovering platefuls of dust all around the food, Ramsay decided to invite some diners behind the scenes to ask, "Are you interested in being served dinner with filth?"

How has America made such big strides in science, technology, and medicine, but Americans still face the burden of eating with their hands? We put a man on the moon, but we still have to use a fork!? No more!

Tonight's episode of No Reservations featured Anthony Bourdain's return to familiar territory in Ecuador: he ate roadside ceviche, drank and schmoozed with the local friends he seems to be so good at making, and—oh, yeah—ate penis soup.