I'm only gonna say this once more.
That is a lab project. It is not food!
Imagining the front side as my ex helps. Except I wouldnt dream of eating it. It would go straight down the garbage disposal. I would flip the switch with glee and feed the entire head down the disposal in manageable chunks. One at a time. Grind. Slosh. Tear. Break. Rip. Then I would clean up the kitchen until it sparkled and sit down with a nice cup of tea and feel very relaxed and satisfied.
Me and Jeffery Dahmer.
Oh God. I need to relax.