For the love of primal pleasures.
When food is involved, our humanity is on full display. Whether weāre feeding our children or throwing diabolical dinner parties with our reasonably-insane friends, our most primal nature is revealed in all its majesty. Once eaten, food literally becomes us. If eating isnāt the most sacred, fucking wholesome ritual of our lives, I donāt know what is. On this note, we constantly get asked what our mission is. Some days, it feels like we do it all to save the world. Other days, it just feels like an elaborate way to pay rent. Both are true. But on our best days, we remember our true mission: to make food that feeds not only our body, but also our soul. Whoa, that was deep. Bon appetite!
-Mr. Marbles
But how?
Marblesā meats arenāt grown in a lab, 3D printed or made with shady chemicals. Weāre just channeling the energy of a large-cheeked grandma with a profanely vast knowledge of physics, and an innate desire to feed all living, breathing creatures. She has fluffy purple hair. She is small yet sturdy.
She wants you to enjoy your food and be healthy. And you know grandma doesnāt bring that 80ās idea of āhealth,ā which tasted as if the color beige somehow became safe for human consumption. No no. She brings the fucking house down. Nobody knows how she can make you feel so cozy and yet so nourished. Her ways are unattainable by mere mortals.