It’s now 2010 i.e. the future. And as most sci-fi films warned us, the first casualty of progress is food. We’ve nearly got to the oft-predicted point of evolving into giant heads that sit at home and only communicate electronically (cheers Facebook for ruining everything). Hence we no longer have the time or patience to eat stuff, let alone cook it, so some kind of space chef has developed breathable food. A predictable step on the slippery slope towards all our meals coming in pill form, certainly - but the surprise here is it’s the Frenchies who’ve spearheaded this gastronomic decline (normally they’re more into the type of cooking that involves stuffing expensive animals with other expensive animals that have been force-fed caviar).
Anyway, voila LE WHIF. They look a bit like toddlers’ shotgun cartridges or asthma inhalers designed for astronauts, but each of these little bad boys will smack you in the grill with a mouthful of chocolate flavour. The good news is there are no calories so you can have as many as you want, but the bad side is that if you try to live on these you’ll die. Your choice.
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