Placenta foam with our interpretation of quarantine and colostrum in three textures

I read in the ARA that some influential people who live in Ibiza (and who "are very well known", which is an expression I love) have had a child and have explained how "They make edible pills from the placenta".

Apparently, some people find that "consumption can have many benefits for the mother, such as helping with milk production, reducing the effects of postpartum depression, and contributing to postnatal recovery." Nothing to say, just like nothing to say about underwater birth or the trend of not wearing diapers and just letting everything flow. Now, making pills (they apparently dehydrate the placenta) seems very hypocritical to me.

If you want to eat the placenta, eat it well.

If you want to make a placenta, do it with all your might. Call a chef, you who have the means. Let them make it with a sauce like tripe, something spicy and with chickpeas. Or let them make you a surf and turf (placenta with espadrilles). Let them make you ceviche or a creative nigiri. And a placenta bikini with cheese and truffle? And a placenta omelet with mushrooms? And fried eggs with strips crunchy Placental? Anyway, what about placenta foam with our interpretation of quarantine and colostrum in three textures?

Please, anything, but dried placenta pills, no. When we were little, they gave us brains and they gave us turmas. Yes. They were elements that were "very nutritious" and that it was necessary, well, to mask, to make them pass. None of us would have wanted brains (I'm not even saying testicles), not even if zombies had been, back then, as popular as they are now. And how was this done? With two combined actions that the grandmothers in the house used to carry out: lying ("they're chicken croquettes, you'll see how good they are") and, above all, doing what they should now be doing with the placenta. What has always made everything better, made us like everything: coating it in breadcrumbs.