This insane book defies a review score. It’s psychosexual nightmare creatures assembled out of food - a dozen variations each for eggs, facehuggers, chestbursters, and queens. Not familiar with that terminology? None of it is positive.
I can only possibly criticise it on form. Many of the recipes - which depend entirely upon their novel presentation - have no illustrative photograph. You cannot possibly create alien queen sushi rolls from textual guidance alone. However on the positive, it comes with detailed recipes for the accompanying sauces, meal plans, and conversion and substitution tables.
Why did they make this.