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Let’s rage about shrimp.

From my Substack Food OS (link in bio) 🦐

If you’ve ever bought raw shrimp, they’re often sold as 16/20 or 21/25, referring to the number of shrimp per pound. Lower numbers mean larger shrimp and carry a premium price. To game this system, suppliers treat shrimp with sodium tripolyphosphate. Most commonly used in detergents and industrial cleansers, this chemical also causes muscle tissue to retain water. In the case of shrimp, that inflates the weight by up to 30%. It’s on the ingredients list if you’re buying frozen in a bag. Almost nobody reads it. Despite associated health and environmental challenges, sodium tripolyphosphate falls under the FDA’s generally recognized as safe designation and sneaks its way into your shopping cart.

#foodreaction #foodcommentary #foodos #foodhumor #foodfact

Just a little rage bait.
They have lots to do with Chile.
How these Toothfish became Sea Bass.

In the 1970s, there was a fish called the Patagonian toothfish. It was abundant, its high fat content made it easy to cook, it was as big as a human, and it was ugly, really ugly. To make matters worse, it had a name that only a mother could love. Nobody would buy it. Toothfish. You can imagine trying to sell that on a menu at Nobu. Miso Toothfish doesn’t have the same ring to it.

After discovering the fish in Chile, a wholesaler from Los Angeles came up with a new name. Chilean sea bass. The fish had nothing to do with bass. It was definitely not exclusively Chilean. But it sounded elegant and expensive. And with that, the White Gold Rush began. High-end restaurants put it on their menus. The Chilean Sea bass became one of the most sought-after and pricey fish in America.

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#foodreaction #foodstories #foodhumor #foodcommentary #fish

Ari sees me and my truck on a Sunday.
📸 @ariana.courtney.carrera l

Ari sees me and my truck on a Sunday.
📸 @ariana.courtney.carrera l

Ari sees me and my truck on a Sunday.
📸 @ariana.courtney.carrera l

Landed v1. Complete.
Many hands, Light work.
16 humans. Lots of trust.
Thank you 🙏

Landed v1. Complete.
Many hands, Light work.
16 humans. Lots of trust.
Thank you 🙏

Landed v1. Complete.
Many hands, Light work.
16 humans. Lots of trust.
Thank you 🙏

Landed v1. Complete.
Many hands, Light work.
16 humans. Lots of trust.
Thank you 🙏

Landed v1. Complete.
Many hands, Light work.
16 humans. Lots of trust.
Thank you 🙏

Two spots have opened up for our first Landed Upstate NY this weekend April 24-27, 2026.

Let’s connect with what it means to Land.

Garden building, vocal embodiment, sensory dinner, sound ceremony, and music.

DM or email irwinadam@futurefoodstudio.com for details

Two spots have opened up for our first Landed Upstate NY this weekend April 24-27, 2026.

Let’s connect with what it means to Land.

Garden building, vocal embodiment, sensory dinner, sound ceremony, and music.

DM or email irwinadam@futurefoodstudio.com for details

Two spots have opened up for our first Landed Upstate NY this weekend April 24-27, 2026.

Let’s connect with what it means to Land.

Garden building, vocal embodiment, sensory dinner, sound ceremony, and music.

DM or email irwinadam@futurefoodstudio.com for details

Two spots have opened up for our first Landed Upstate NY this weekend April 24-27, 2026.

Let’s connect with what it means to Land.

Garden building, vocal embodiment, sensory dinner, sound ceremony, and music.

DM or email irwinadam@futurefoodstudio.com for details

Two spots have opened up for our first Landed Upstate NY this weekend April 24-27, 2026.

Let’s connect with what it means to Land.

Garden building, vocal embodiment, sensory dinner, sound ceremony, and music.

DM or email irwinadam@futurefoodstudio.com for details

Of all the years, 2025 was one of them.

Thank you to all the humans who made it better.
Kiss, cuddle, and take baths with your friends.
Chess is nice too.

Protect your peace & good luck out there!

With love,
Irwin Adam ❤️

(Editor’s note: Promise I have at least three more friends)

Of all the years, 2025 was one of them.

Thank you to all the humans who made it better.
Kiss, cuddle, and take baths with your friends.
Chess is nice too.

Protect your peace & good luck out there!

With love,
Irwin Adam ❤️

(Editor’s note: Promise I have at least three more friends)

Of all the years, 2025 was one of them.

Thank you to all the humans who made it better.
Kiss, cuddle, and take baths with your friends.
Chess is nice too.

Protect your peace & good luck out there!

With love,
Irwin Adam ❤️

(Editor’s note: Promise I have at least three more friends)

Of all the years, 2025 was one of them.

Thank you to all the humans who made it better.
Kiss, cuddle, and take baths with your friends.
Chess is nice too.

Protect your peace & good luck out there!

With love,
Irwin Adam ❤️

(Editor’s note: Promise I have at least three more friends)

Of all the years, 2025 was one of them.

Thank you to all the humans who made it better.
Kiss, cuddle, and take baths with your friends.
Chess is nice too.

Protect your peace & good luck out there!

With love,
Irwin Adam ❤️

(Editor’s note: Promise I have at least three more friends)

Of all the years, 2025 was one of them.

Thank you to all the humans who made it better.
Kiss, cuddle, and take baths with your friends.
Chess is nice too.

Protect your peace & good luck out there!

With love,
Irwin Adam ❤️

(Editor’s note: Promise I have at least three more friends)

Of all the years, 2025 was one of them.

Thank you to all the humans who made it better.
Kiss, cuddle, and take baths with your friends.
Chess is nice too.

Protect your peace & good luck out there!

With love,
Irwin Adam ❤️

(Editor’s note: Promise I have at least three more friends)

Of all the years, 2025 was one of them.

Thank you to all the humans who made it better.
Kiss, cuddle, and take baths with your friends.
Chess is nice too.

Protect your peace & good luck out there!

With love,
Irwin Adam ❤️

(Editor’s note: Promise I have at least three more friends)

We threw a holiday party.

Merci to these babes/partners in crime.
@hileighware 🔥@alex_____simon 🔥

Invite rules:
1 - Will dress up.
2 - Will dance.

Will repeat. Spring fling in March.
DM for guest list. 😈

We threw a holiday party.

Merci to these babes/partners in crime.
@hileighware 🔥@alex_____simon 🔥

Invite rules:
1 - Will dress up.
2 - Will dance.

Will repeat. Spring fling in March.
DM for guest list. 😈

We threw a holiday party.

Merci to these babes/partners in crime.
@hileighware 🔥@alex_____simon 🔥

Invite rules:
1 - Will dress up.
2 - Will dance.

Will repeat. Spring fling in March.
DM for guest list. 😈

We threw a holiday party.

Merci to these babes/partners in crime.
@hileighware 🔥@alex_____simon 🔥

Invite rules:
1 - Will dress up.
2 - Will dance.

Will repeat. Spring fling in March.
DM for guest list. 😈

We threw a holiday party.

Merci to these babes/partners in crime.
@hileighware 🔥@alex_____simon 🔥

Invite rules:
1 - Will dress up.
2 - Will dance.

Will repeat. Spring fling in March.
DM for guest list. 😈

We threw a holiday party.

Merci to these babes/partners in crime.
@hileighware 🔥@alex_____simon 🔥

Invite rules:
1 - Will dress up.
2 - Will dance.

Will repeat. Spring fling in March.
DM for guest list. 😈

We threw a holiday party.

Merci to these babes/partners in crime.
@hileighware 🔥@alex_____simon 🔥

Invite rules:
1 - Will dress up.
2 - Will dance.

Will repeat. Spring fling in March.
DM for guest list. 😈

We threw a holiday party.

Merci to these babes/partners in crime.
@hileighware 🔥@alex_____simon 🔥

Invite rules:
1 - Will dress up.
2 - Will dance.

Will repeat. Spring fling in March.
DM for guest list. 😈

We threw a holiday party.

Merci to these babes/partners in crime.
@hileighware 🔥@alex_____simon 🔥

Invite rules:
1 - Will dress up.
2 - Will dance.

Will repeat. Spring fling in March.
DM for guest list. 😈

Make weird things with friends.

This Fall has been one of creation - shifting a longstanding inward energy toward the outside. Such an incredible gift to create with friends and to host loved ones. Doing things perfectly imperfect.

In late September we held the inaugural Monster’s Ball, a day and night journey in Upstate NY to explore our shadows in community. Daytime shifted to night. Dog beds turned into outdoor cushions. And we danced. And we laughed. And we cried.

Thank you @hileighware and @courtroberts__ for the continual invitation as we move on our orbits. Thank you to all the friends who created together. What a gift to be in the company of world class creators, producers, artists, musicians, and hearts.

@ariana.courtney.carrera
@monica.x.sierra
@casea.rose
@thatsweetash
@100stevetam
@justinsegall
@_catiflor_
@kendra_mckinley
@zmwerner
@songsofsarita ✨

Photos: @kataknows

Make weird things with friends.

This Fall has been one of creation - shifting a longstanding inward energy toward the outside. Such an incredible gift to create with friends and to host loved ones. Doing things perfectly imperfect.

In late September we held the inaugural Monster’s Ball, a day and night journey in Upstate NY to explore our shadows in community. Daytime shifted to night. Dog beds turned into outdoor cushions. And we danced. And we laughed. And we cried.

Thank you @hileighware and @courtroberts__ for the continual invitation as we move on our orbits. Thank you to all the friends who created together. What a gift to be in the company of world class creators, producers, artists, musicians, and hearts.

@ariana.courtney.carrera
@monica.x.sierra
@casea.rose
@thatsweetash
@100stevetam
@justinsegall
@_catiflor_
@kendra_mckinley
@zmwerner
@songsofsarita ✨

Photos: @kataknows

Make weird things with friends.

This Fall has been one of creation - shifting a longstanding inward energy toward the outside. Such an incredible gift to create with friends and to host loved ones. Doing things perfectly imperfect.

In late September we held the inaugural Monster’s Ball, a day and night journey in Upstate NY to explore our shadows in community. Daytime shifted to night. Dog beds turned into outdoor cushions. And we danced. And we laughed. And we cried.

Thank you @hileighware and @courtroberts__ for the continual invitation as we move on our orbits. Thank you to all the friends who created together. What a gift to be in the company of world class creators, producers, artists, musicians, and hearts.

@ariana.courtney.carrera
@monica.x.sierra
@casea.rose
@thatsweetash
@100stevetam
@justinsegall
@_catiflor_
@kendra_mckinley
@zmwerner
@songsofsarita ✨

Photos: @kataknows

Make weird things with friends.

This Fall has been one of creation - shifting a longstanding inward energy toward the outside. Such an incredible gift to create with friends and to host loved ones. Doing things perfectly imperfect.

In late September we held the inaugural Monster’s Ball, a day and night journey in Upstate NY to explore our shadows in community. Daytime shifted to night. Dog beds turned into outdoor cushions. And we danced. And we laughed. And we cried.

Thank you @hileighware and @courtroberts__ for the continual invitation as we move on our orbits. Thank you to all the friends who created together. What a gift to be in the company of world class creators, producers, artists, musicians, and hearts.

@ariana.courtney.carrera
@monica.x.sierra
@casea.rose
@thatsweetash
@100stevetam
@justinsegall
@_catiflor_
@kendra_mckinley
@zmwerner
@songsofsarita ✨

Photos: @kataknows

Make weird things with friends.

This Fall has been one of creation - shifting a longstanding inward energy toward the outside. Such an incredible gift to create with friends and to host loved ones. Doing things perfectly imperfect.

In late September we held the inaugural Monster’s Ball, a day and night journey in Upstate NY to explore our shadows in community. Daytime shifted to night. Dog beds turned into outdoor cushions. And we danced. And we laughed. And we cried.

Thank you @hileighware and @courtroberts__ for the continual invitation as we move on our orbits. Thank you to all the friends who created together. What a gift to be in the company of world class creators, producers, artists, musicians, and hearts.

@ariana.courtney.carrera
@monica.x.sierra
@casea.rose
@thatsweetash
@100stevetam
@justinsegall
@_catiflor_
@kendra_mckinley
@zmwerner
@songsofsarita ✨

Photos: @kataknows

Make weird things with friends.

This Fall has been one of creation - shifting a longstanding inward energy toward the outside. Such an incredible gift to create with friends and to host loved ones. Doing things perfectly imperfect.

In late September we held the inaugural Monster’s Ball, a day and night journey in Upstate NY to explore our shadows in community. Daytime shifted to night. Dog beds turned into outdoor cushions. And we danced. And we laughed. And we cried.

Thank you @hileighware and @courtroberts__ for the continual invitation as we move on our orbits. Thank you to all the friends who created together. What a gift to be in the company of world class creators, producers, artists, musicians, and hearts.

@ariana.courtney.carrera
@monica.x.sierra
@casea.rose
@thatsweetash
@100stevetam
@justinsegall
@_catiflor_
@kendra_mckinley
@zmwerner
@songsofsarita ✨

Photos: @kataknows

Make weird things with friends.

This Fall has been one of creation - shifting a longstanding inward energy toward the outside. Such an incredible gift to create with friends and to host loved ones. Doing things perfectly imperfect.

In late September we held the inaugural Monster’s Ball, a day and night journey in Upstate NY to explore our shadows in community. Daytime shifted to night. Dog beds turned into outdoor cushions. And we danced. And we laughed. And we cried.

Thank you @hileighware and @courtroberts__ for the continual invitation as we move on our orbits. Thank you to all the friends who created together. What a gift to be in the company of world class creators, producers, artists, musicians, and hearts.

@ariana.courtney.carrera
@monica.x.sierra
@casea.rose
@thatsweetash
@100stevetam
@justinsegall
@_catiflor_
@kendra_mckinley
@zmwerner
@songsofsarita ✨

Photos: @kataknows

And then there was land and there was water.
And places for loved ones to lay their head.
And it was good.

And then there was land and there was water.
And places for loved ones to lay their head.
And it was good.

And then there was land and there was water.
And places for loved ones to lay their head.
And it was good.

And then there was land and there was water.
And places for loved ones to lay their head.
And it was good.

And then there was land and there was water.
And places for loved ones to lay their head.
And it was good.

And then there was land and there was water.
And places for loved ones to lay their head.
And it was good.

And then there was land and there was water.
And places for loved ones to lay their head.
And it was good.

And then there was land and there was water.
And places for loved ones to lay their head.
And it was good.

Five body problem in Belsunce.

There’s something about the rocks again and again under the Petit Nice de Passedat with tits merging into
boyish chests into dancers into pickpockets and poets, and the sea never forgets a thing spraying us with a
recycled way of being that I’ve separated and merged and exited one loop only to enter the next and the
patronizing way the water knocks over the dumb tourists grabbing onto music and pulling them under
while we all think about a limp Margherita from La Bouche or L’Eau where the orders are scribbled on
little scraps of paper then stacked by the register never sorted and never found and the man at the oven
yells that isn’t Paris as the fire burns and the people wait and wait and wait.

Five body problem in Belsunce.

There’s something about the rocks again and again under the Petit Nice de Passedat with tits merging into
boyish chests into dancers into pickpockets and poets, and the sea never forgets a thing spraying us with a
recycled way of being that I’ve separated and merged and exited one loop only to enter the next and the
patronizing way the water knocks over the dumb tourists grabbing onto music and pulling them under
while we all think about a limp Margherita from La Bouche or L’Eau where the orders are scribbled on
little scraps of paper then stacked by the register never sorted and never found and the man at the oven
yells that isn’t Paris as the fire burns and the people wait and wait and wait.

Five body problem in Belsunce.

There’s something about the rocks again and again under the Petit Nice de Passedat with tits merging into
boyish chests into dancers into pickpockets and poets, and the sea never forgets a thing spraying us with a
recycled way of being that I’ve separated and merged and exited one loop only to enter the next and the
patronizing way the water knocks over the dumb tourists grabbing onto music and pulling them under
while we all think about a limp Margherita from La Bouche or L’Eau where the orders are scribbled on
little scraps of paper then stacked by the register never sorted and never found and the man at the oven
yells that isn’t Paris as the fire burns and the people wait and wait and wait.

Five body problem in Belsunce.

There’s something about the rocks again and again under the Petit Nice de Passedat with tits merging into
boyish chests into dancers into pickpockets and poets, and the sea never forgets a thing spraying us with a
recycled way of being that I’ve separated and merged and exited one loop only to enter the next and the
patronizing way the water knocks over the dumb tourists grabbing onto music and pulling them under
while we all think about a limp Margherita from La Bouche or L’Eau where the orders are scribbled on
little scraps of paper then stacked by the register never sorted and never found and the man at the oven
yells that isn’t Paris as the fire burns and the people wait and wait and wait.

Five body problem in Belsunce.

There’s something about the rocks again and again under the Petit Nice de Passedat with tits merging into
boyish chests into dancers into pickpockets and poets, and the sea never forgets a thing spraying us with a
recycled way of being that I’ve separated and merged and exited one loop only to enter the next and the
patronizing way the water knocks over the dumb tourists grabbing onto music and pulling them under
while we all think about a limp Margherita from La Bouche or L’Eau where the orders are scribbled on
little scraps of paper then stacked by the register never sorted and never found and the man at the oven
yells that isn’t Paris as the fire burns and the people wait and wait and wait.

Another season of change.

—————

Inside each of us there’s
a continual autumn.
Our leaves fall and are
blown out over the water,
a crow sits in the blackened limbs and
talks about what’s gone.
There’s a necessary dying, and
then we are reborn breathing again.

Very little grows on jagged rock.
Be ground.
Be crumbled
so wildflowers will come up where you are.

(Rumi)

—————

Then it was as if I suddenly saw the secret beauty of their hearts, the depth of their hearts where neither sin nor desire nor self-knowledge can reach, the core of their reality, the person that each one is in God’s eyes. If only they could all see themselves as they really are. If only we could see each other that way all the time.
There would be no more war, no more hatred, no more cruelty, no more greed. . . . I suppose the big problem would be that we would fall down and worship each other.

(Thomas Merton)

—————

Another season of change.

—————

Inside each of us there’s
a continual autumn.
Our leaves fall and are
blown out over the water,
a crow sits in the blackened limbs and
talks about what’s gone.
There’s a necessary dying, and
then we are reborn breathing again.

Very little grows on jagged rock.
Be ground.
Be crumbled
so wildflowers will come up where you are.

(Rumi)

—————

Then it was as if I suddenly saw the secret beauty of their hearts, the depth of their hearts where neither sin nor desire nor self-knowledge can reach, the core of their reality, the person that each one is in God’s eyes. If only they could all see themselves as they really are. If only we could see each other that way all the time.
There would be no more war, no more hatred, no more cruelty, no more greed. . . . I suppose the big problem would be that we would fall down and worship each other.

(Thomas Merton)

—————

Another season of change.

—————

Inside each of us there’s
a continual autumn.
Our leaves fall and are
blown out over the water,
a crow sits in the blackened limbs and
talks about what’s gone.
There’s a necessary dying, and
then we are reborn breathing again.

Very little grows on jagged rock.
Be ground.
Be crumbled
so wildflowers will come up where you are.

(Rumi)

—————

Then it was as if I suddenly saw the secret beauty of their hearts, the depth of their hearts where neither sin nor desire nor self-knowledge can reach, the core of their reality, the person that each one is in God’s eyes. If only they could all see themselves as they really are. If only we could see each other that way all the time.
There would be no more war, no more hatred, no more cruelty, no more greed. . . . I suppose the big problem would be that we would fall down and worship each other.

(Thomas Merton)

—————

Another season of change.

—————

Inside each of us there’s
a continual autumn.
Our leaves fall and are
blown out over the water,
a crow sits in the blackened limbs and
talks about what’s gone.
There’s a necessary dying, and
then we are reborn breathing again.

Very little grows on jagged rock.
Be ground.
Be crumbled
so wildflowers will come up where you are.

(Rumi)

—————

Then it was as if I suddenly saw the secret beauty of their hearts, the depth of their hearts where neither sin nor desire nor self-knowledge can reach, the core of their reality, the person that each one is in God’s eyes. If only they could all see themselves as they really are. If only we could see each other that way all the time.
There would be no more war, no more hatred, no more cruelty, no more greed. . . . I suppose the big problem would be that we would fall down and worship each other.

(Thomas Merton)

—————

Another season of change.

—————

Inside each of us there’s
a continual autumn.
Our leaves fall and are
blown out over the water,
a crow sits in the blackened limbs and
talks about what’s gone.
There’s a necessary dying, and
then we are reborn breathing again.

Very little grows on jagged rock.
Be ground.
Be crumbled
so wildflowers will come up where you are.

(Rumi)

—————

Then it was as if I suddenly saw the secret beauty of their hearts, the depth of their hearts where neither sin nor desire nor self-knowledge can reach, the core of their reality, the person that each one is in God’s eyes. If only they could all see themselves as they really are. If only we could see each other that way all the time.
There would be no more war, no more hatred, no more cruelty, no more greed. . . . I suppose the big problem would be that we would fall down and worship each other.

(Thomas Merton)

—————

October in Marseille.
Merci. 🇫🇷

October in Marseille.
Merci. 🇫🇷

October in Marseille.
Merci. 🇫🇷

October in Marseille.
Merci. 🇫🇷

October in Marseille.
Merci. 🇫🇷

October in Marseille.
Merci. 🇫🇷

October in Marseille.
Merci. 🇫🇷

October in Marseille.
Merci. 🇫🇷

October in Marseille.
Merci. 🇫🇷

October in Marseille.
Merci. 🇫🇷

October in Marseille.
Merci. 🇫🇷