Plants evolve along with animals, so every plant must be there for a reason, and there's probably a smooth spectrum between the drug aspects of poppies, tobacco and marijuana and the immunity conferring aspects. I just know they use nicotine derivatives to kill pests. So let's reintroduce these plants to people's diets in super small amounts to serve their original purposes.
-- JesusHChrist, May 12 2015

Most people already have them as part of their "diet". What's the new idea here?
-- pocmloc, May 13 2015


Bad science. So much bad science. Bad! Bad science!
-- Voice, May 13 2015


"Reason" implies creation, not evolution.
-- bungston, May 13 2015


//so every plant must be there for a reason//

Plants are there to make more plants.

Plants are also full of toxins, because they don't want to be eaten. The history of herbivore evolution is the history of trying to eat indigestible stuff that wants to kill you.
-- MaxwellBuchanan, May 13 2015


//people's diets in super small amounts

Just send me the tobacco. Just been watching latest Miyazaki and they are puffing away the whole time...gets my vote.
-- not_morrison_rm, May 13 2015


Because of centuries of breeding, the raison d'être of some plants is to be eaten. True especially for raisons of which I have et my share.
-- bungston, May 13 2015


From HHGTTG...

"Good evening," it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, "I am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in the parts of my body?"

It harrumphed and gurgled a bit, wriggled its hind quarters in to a more comfortable position and gazed peacefully at them.

Its gaze was met by looks of startled bewilderment from Arthur and Trillian, a resigned shrug from Ford Prefect and naked hunger from Zaphod Beeblebrox.

"Something off the shoulder perhaps?" suggested the animal, "braised in a white wine sauce?"

"Er, your shoulder?" said Arthur in a horrified whisper.

"But naturally my shoulder, sir," mooed the animal contentedly, "nobody else's is mine to offer."
-- RayfordSteele, May 14 2015


I would eat the hell out of that cow. Or at least a pound of flesh.
-- Voice, May 18 2015



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