Here’s the Problem: Going along with today’s theme of chesticle cheese and pulling off a hat trick* of melon milk, we bring you one last problem (if you’re lucky). The chef of Manhattan restaurant, Klee Brasserie, has his wife’s breast milk on the menu. Just a little fig and Hungarian pepper, and it’s like your being swaddled again.
Actual Problem: The thought of this woman being milked makes me want to curl up in the fetal position with Helen Mirren and die.
*This problem (and the sports reference) courtesy of Ryan Spencer, who always makes me feel like a newborn.