Dinner Goes Sci-Fi

Oh, no! Cap'in! It's got the FISH!

I know, I know... You thought the future of food came in pill form, like the ones they popped on the Jetsons. All your nutritional needs met in one tiny, utilitarian package. No joy. No flavor. No chewing. No socializing. Just three squares a day condensed into hard, gray pills.

Granted, you don't have your flying car or your robot maid, but aren't you glad you were so very wrong about that food thing? (For the sake of mental peace I'm setting those disturbing national trends toward Jamba Juice, Vitamin Water and Power Bar meal replacements off to the side, of course.)

But lo! Yesterday, a sharp-eyed friend sent me a link to the real deal in space-age dining: the food loop. Yes, the future is here and it comes in the form of epic oven battles between your roast and this wacky pink trussing tool. Place your bets, gather 'round the oven, and watch the gripping death match.

While you're at it, raise a toast to the decidedly old fashioned "meal."