Edible Treats for
Phony Cannibals

As fake blood flows, and bogus gore parades, there’s a distinct sense of triumph for New Yorkers this Halloween: Hurricane Sandy may’ve almost drowned this city by harbor and sea, but not this time. Many succumbed by water and fire; but the survivors are partying tonight.
Thus those tasty delights that grace this post, concocted by sick but talented minds, with a flair for the showy and a wink of the eye. Never so many scary depictions, nearly lifelike on their precision and playfulness, were so sweet to the palate and pleasing to the view.
That is, if you have a strong stomach and a sense of humor. For that’s what Hallowmuertos could be all about: a combo of fear, respect and games, to take the edge off of life’s grievances and engage in something that Nietzsche said, is ‘deeper still than grief can be’: joy.
Thus Natalie Sideserf baked a Willie Nelson cake as the old bard of pot and country celebrates his 80th birthday this year, while Annabel de Vetten did the sweet lifesize version of beloved fictional serial killer, Dexter Morgan, just as the series was wounding down, all wrapped in cling-film and ready to be sliced open.
Within the same ballpark, there was The Helpers, who baked that lovely brunette head as they launched the movie of the same name, and earlier in the year, Wesker & Son of London, who put up a whole human meat market out of flour and icing, a lookalike butcher shop to mark the launch of Resident Evil 6.

The gloomy (and white chocolate) Dead Babies are a courtesy of the Conjurer’s Kitchen, which also modeled the wax anatomic head, complete with veins and naked eyes. Probably not so edible, it’s still a lesson any forensics buff would appreciate to take. Talking about eyes, don’t miss the Japanese squishy eyeballs, a sophisticate cocktail garnish.
The holiday table with the half torso of the blond lady is a marzipan sculpture by artist Helga Petrau-Heinzel, complete with sides of sweet hearts and viscera, while LifeForm’s Gangrenous Feet is for sale at Amazon. Some may call it all repulsive; we can’t have enough of them. After all, people are willing to lose their heads for much less.
They say cannibals are the new zombies, but we’d barely know anything about that. Even the sushi Finger Foods may be appetizing after a whole night of reveling and painting the town bloody red. And let’s no forget Ray Villafane‘s exquisite Jack O’Lanterns and Stoneykins’ Pop Pumpkins, you know, for the kids.
It was ironic that around this time last year, Sandy was really spooking us out with the half flooded, half dark New York, and few were in a mood to party amid the hurricane-strength winds. We reprint below what we wrote about it, followed by a previous Halloween post. But as we said, that was last year.
As we write this, we can already hear the preparations for the Village Parade, cancelled last year, ready to roar and have a hell of a time in the streets of Manhattan. And for those who think we shouldn’t be bothered celebrating a pagan, possibly over commercialized pseudo-holiday, we have just one thing to say: Boo.

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