Do you remember that game you played when you were young and everyone shut their eyes and passed around a peeled grape and it felt like an eyeball? Well imagine that game, except instead of passing round a peeled grape; you're eating various severed parts of a vile gas-swollen corpse--but they're all cakey and delicious. That must be what dinner at Kittiwat Unarrom's is like every night.Kittiwat is the son of a Thai baker who manages to make dough, chocolate, raisins, and cashews look like chunks of a savaged carcass. He's been doing it since 2006 and I guess it's a comment on the rich living off the suffering of the starving poor/the consumerist nature of art today/an actualisation of the Christian metaphor of body and bread/something else really valid and meaningful. However, I am positive their most active use is fearing-out colleagues by whoopee cushion fans and people who think Hostel 2 was a significant improvement on the first. Apparently they sell quite well.These are the cakes.Happy Birthday Andrei Chikatilo!