Sci-fi bread recipes: Sandworm loaf from Dune, and Alien xenomorph pretzel eggs


On Chris-Rachael Oseland's food blog, there are some wonderful geeky recipes. Two of the more recent posts are breads with science fiction themes, and both sound delicious/disgusting: A cinnamon-vanilla Sandworm bread, from a carb-y parallel version of Frank Herbert's Dune universe, and Alien Xenomorph Pretzel Bread Eggs.

It's not just the finished product that's nerdy, but the very recipe steps.


From the Alien Xenomorph Pretzel Bread Eggs recipe:

Warm your milk up in a microwave until it’s the temperature of warm bathwater. Mine took about 20 seconds, but who knows what kind of crap equipment you have on your ship. Just test it with a finger. Not too hot, or else you’ll kill the yeast. You don’t want to do that. Those beasties are your only friends, now.

Dump the yeast and milk into a bowl and halfheartedly mix them up. Go press your ear against the bulkheads or feel the floor for vibrations for the next 10 minutes. When you come back, the yeast will have bloomed into a healthy colony, unlike those poor bastards on LV-426.

And hey, if you can't deal with baked goods, there are low-carb, easy-assembly options: Alien facehugger eggs, below. Cucumbers, eggs, and some herbs and spices. The instructions crack me up:

Now gently slide your egg into the cucumber mount. Arrange these on a dark plate in order to create a diorama of the alien hatchery. Our still images from the Arcadia appeared to include coarse salt and sriratcha hot sauce, though one of our analysts jokingly suggested it looked more like the eggs were dressed in briny tears and fresh blood. There may have been some unexpected trauma when the eggs hatched.

Share these alien eggs with your fellow crew members and the colonists of LV-426, which they have apparently decided to rename Acheron. Remember, if you see anything like this when scouting the best sites for the first colonial drop, do not approach. Summon one of the ship’s androids, as they can neither be infected nor spread disease to the innocent young of a new species.

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  1. from a carb-y parallel version of Frank Herbert’s Dune universe

    You’re referring to Doon, the Dessert Planet.

    Steak for dinner sometime soon.

  2. Must eat. Eating is the hunger-killer.  Eating is the little-life that brings total nutrition.  I will face my food. I will permit it to pass into me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn to the toilet to see its path. Where the food has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

  3. Brrrr… those circular mouths filled with teeth always gave me the heebie-jeebies. I will not eat that bread, thank you very much.

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