Mitchell writes: "Placentas have been eaten; buried; burned; marched in parades; sung to; dressed in clothing; entombed in pyramids (of their own!); floated down rivers; stolen; sold; used to curse, bless, cure, and beautify; been talked to; not talked in front of; taken on trips, given gifts of pens and needles; taken to school; fed; stabbed; used to make art prints; turned into teddy bears; tied to the heads of children; and probably a host of other things too strange or mundane to record."
After a handful of wild placenta chases, Mitchell eventually does find a few modern Americans who have tasted the nurturing birth sack, including one who said "it was dried and shaped like a little flat cookie." You'll have to read the article to find out what it tasted like. And if you're still game (and have access to a placenta), Mitchell includes a placenta lasagne recipe and a wine pairing suggestion.