Maybe not a berry, exactly...

​Last year, SF Weekly reported on the legal travails of one Roy Werbel, an East Bay man who filed a pair of class-action suits in San Francisco Federal court. His claim: The deceiving monikers of Froot Loops and Crunchberries cereals had, for years, bamboozled him into believing the breakfast foods contained some, nutritious fruit content. They don't. And he sued.

It turns out Werbel's in for the legal long haul. Sacramento lawyer Jeff Kravitz called in attorneys Hal Hewell of San Diego and Vail, Colo. lawyer Howard Rubinstein, who are more experienced handling class action suits. And while the Froot Loops suit was dismissed ― Werbel's side never served the Froot Loops people with legal papers, but may in the future ― the case against Crunchberries continues.

Hewell told SF Weekly that PepsiCo, the corporate parent of Quaker Oats, was served earlier this month.

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The chef's freezer, stocked with bags of his wife's breast milk.

​The word "locavore" and its associated meanings had a whole hive's worth of buzz last year. The honey dripping forth has fueled a steady flow of area restaurants keen on demonstrating the viability and deliciousness of the movement ― with well-publicized devotion. Radius comes to mind. Soon to open in the old Julie's Supperclub space on Folsom, the eatery will source ingredients grown, raised, and produced within 100 miles of the city.

An admirable intent, for sure, but Austrian-born, New York-based chef Daniel Angerer, in possession of what he demurely describes as "rather natural" cooking instincts, has most locavores smoked like a summer sausage. Last month, he posted on his blog a new cheese recipe using milk sourced not from happy goats, sheep, or cows nibbling away at green tufts on nearby farms, but from his wife's breasts. With a freezer full of excess bagged mother's milk, Angerer messed around with a few dishes, variations on his hyper-local cheese with beets and romaine, maple, pumpkin, and texturized Concord grapes, and dehydrated porcini mushroom powder with burned onion chutney, respectively.

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Who is the mysterious price-adder?

​Reader feedback is not only encouraged, it is also exciting when people take the time to build an intelligent dialogue with us. However, we've noticed over the past couple of months a steady amount of nameless comments left on posts that don't include the price of an item that's discussed.

Dear Anonymiss or Anonymister, does our occasional omission of how much food costs give you anxiety? Are you practicing on us before your big reveal? Who are you, exactly? These unanswered questions leave us with our own weirdly unsettled feeling.

Who knew? National Dog Biscuit Appreciation Day is Feb. 23.

​Just about every day brings a different national food holiday, and next week is especially packed with weirdness. A small sampling:

Mon., Feb. 22:
It's National Cherry Pie Day; grab a juicy slice to go at Mission Pie (2901 Mission at 25th St.).

Tues., Feb. 23:
Coincidentally, it's National Banana Bread Day and National Dog Biscuit Appreciation Day. Believe it or not, both are available for purchase at Lotta's Bakery (1720 Polk at Washington).
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You can do it, baby: Bay Shabu Sushi Sake's four-pound Killer Whale Roll.

​Why should East Coasters scarfing down hot dogs have all the fun? There are a few notable eating challenges to enjoy right here in San Francisco. No cash prizes are awarded, but if you can clean your plate at one of these places, heaps of intangible glory ― along with a free meal and maybe your photo on the wall ― are all yours.

The Killer Whale Roll ($29.95) at Bay Shabu Sushi Sake (68 West Portal at Vicente) weighs four pounds and contains shrimp, crab, eel, "very" spicy tuna, vegetables, avocado, and tobiko. There's just 30 minutes on the clock available to tame it.

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This IS why you're fat.

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Here's the first thing you need to know about making a cherpumple: It takes five hours.

For those who missed the Internet sensation, the cherpumple is the brainchild of writer Charles Phoenix, who calls his monstrosity the turducken of desserts. It's an assortment of three store-bought pies baked inside three box-mix cakes, all stacked on top of each other, cemented with loads of cream cheese frosting. It's an ode to the best and worst of America, a mix of ingenuity and conspicuous consumption.

Now, we're no fan of cake mixes or store-bought pies, but a good friend requested a cherpumple for his birthday recently. So with another friend ― like young soldiers heading cavalierly into battle ― we rented one crappy chick flick, optimistically thinking it would carry us through the process. An hour and a half later, John Tucker Must Die had ended, and we were still waiting for layer number two to solidify. But we're getting ahead of ourselves.

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Hopefully you'll still be able to eat sushi after seeing this.

​This Google ad popped up during a random session of surfing local food blogs. It has managed the nearly impossible feat of putting us off of sushi for a minute, while evoking scenes from numerous bad horror movies from the '80s. And it makes us realize we'd actually be willing to pay more for food that's not quite that fresh.

This is exactly what you think it is.

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On Wednesday, in the course of an ordinary day's reporting around town, SF Weekly obtained two vials of Vigorex Instant Energy™, which contained 20 "mega wafers" of aphrodisiac candy.

The active ingredient of this homeopathic remedy is Avena sativa, which turns out to be  oats. Like, oatmeal oats.

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There's a reason Reefer Madness has become a laugh riot among bong-toting college students across the realm. After all, you don't have to be stoned into the next dimension to get a laugh out of earnest depictions of marijuana turning people into crazed, violent killers and rapists. And boom microphones dropping into the shot are funny, too.

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Well, enter Kinman Chan. The 30-year-old San Francisco man is using the "Pot Made Me Do It" defense regarding a midair outburst in which he fought with US Air personnel and forced his Philadelphia-to-Los Angeles flight to land in Pittsburgh. According to flight crew members, Chan ransacked an airplane bathroom while screaming, then emerged from the commode with pants down and shirt untucked. After refusing to take a seat, he grappled with flight attendants. He now claims he popped twice his normal dosage of medical marijuana cookies ― which apparently explains it all.

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The difficult task of sandwich making just got easier.

​Attention lazy sandwich enthusiasts, the sort of folks who buy frozen PB&Js in all seriousness: Kindly take note of Krustbuster. It's essentially a sandwich-shaped Tupper that handles the extremely difficult task of chopping off your crust so you never have to bother with a butter knife ever again. But wait! There's more!

Are you sick of the stuff in your sandwich always falling out? Well, Krustbuster will take care of that, too, sealing your meal so you'll never lose your peanut butter again. Can't live without it? A mere $9.99 scores one at Bed Bath and Beyond (555 Ninth St. at Bryant). But you're too lazy to go all the way there, so just order it online.