Tuesday, 1 September 2026

Protein Hydrolysate Palatability in Pet Food: Where to Stop the Cut

Where to Stop, The Friday Conversation No. 7. From papaya leaf to reactor, the protein hydrolysis continuum from intact protein to free amino acids.

On protein hydrolysates in petfood: when breaking protein makes food more palatable, when it does not, and why the animal decides where to stop.

In parts of this world, when the meat is tough, you wrap it in the leaf of the papaya tree and leave it a while before it meets the fire. In others you bury it, or hang it in the cold until the flesh gives up its stiffness on its own. My grandmother's generation did not call any of this chemistry. They called it good sense, and they were right, and they were also, without a word of the vocabulary, running a controlled enzymatic reaction on a kitchen table.

The papaya leaf carries papain. The pineapple carries bromelain, the fig its ficin, and the meat, left to itself in the cold, carries its own quiet proteases that go on working long after the animal has stopped. All of them do the same thing. They cut the long protein chains of muscle into shorter pieces, and the shorter pieces eat more tenderly, release more savour, and give the tongue more to find. Tenderisation is not softening in the way a soak in water softens. It is scission. It is the protein being taken apart, a little, on purpose, for the pleasure of the eater. And humans have been doing it, deliberately and with real skill, for far longer than they have had a name for the enzyme that does the work.

There is an older cousin to this, and the line between them is thinner than it looks. Long before refrigeration, communities learned to let meat and fish sit under the work of time and microbes, and to prize what came out: the deep, resonant flavour of a cured ham, a fermented fish, a sauce drawn from anchovies left to their own slow dissolution. We call that fermentation, and it is more than enzymes, microbes and time and salt all playing their parts. But enzymes are unmistakably in it, because much of what fermentation does to flavour, it does by proteolysis, by cutting protein into the fragments and free amino acids the tongue reads as savoury. Fermentation for flavour and tenderisation for tenderness are, at the level of the protein, close kin. Both are the controlled disassembly of protein for a sensory reward.

So the question this essay begins with is not a modern one at all. It is the one the grandmother answered with a papaya leaf, asked again with instruments: what happens, exactly, when you take a protein apart, and why has every food culture that ever lived gone to such trouble to do it?


Movement I

FROM THE LEAF TO THE REACTOR

The difference between the papaya leaf and the modern reactor is not the chemistry. It is the control.

When you wrap a tough cut in a papaya leaf, you get whatever the leaf happens to give you, for as long as you happen to leave it, at whatever temperature the kitchen happens to be. The enzyme works where it lands and stops when the heat of the fire finally destroys it, and the result is a better piece of meat and a great deal you never measured. It is real skill, but it is skill of the hand and the eye, passed down and adjusted by taste. What the last century added was not a new reaction. It was the dial. Choose the enzyme, and you choose which bonds along the chain get cut. Choose the temperature and the acidity and the time, and you choose how far the cutting goes. Stop it when you decide to stop it, and you fix the product exactly where you want it. The grandmother cut her protein by feel. The industry learned to cut it to a number.

The grandmother cut her protein by feel. The industry learned to cut it to a number.

That number has a name, the degree of hydrolysis, and it is simply the proportion of the protein's bonds that have been cut, from a whisper of cleavage to extensive fragmentation into small peptides and free amino acids. Everything that matters in this essay hangs on where along that range you choose to stop, because the protein is a different material at every point, and it behaves differently in the bowl and in the gut depending on where you left it.

This is not a marginal craft. Enzymatic hydrolysis is now a major industrial route to these ingredients, and the trade has grown into a substantial one precisely because controlled cutting turns out to be useful in ways the papaya leaf only hinted at. The proteins that go into it are drawn from wherever good protein can be had: whey and casein from milk, collagen from hide and bone, muscle and organ from slaughter, poultry, and a large and growing share from fish. And increasingly from plants, too, soy above all, along with pea and rice and wheat gluten, which matter more to this story than their share of the market suggests. Plant proteins are where hydrolysis has long been most notorious for the bitterness it can bring, and soy hydrolysate is the substrate on which a great deal of what we know about bitter peptides was first learned. In pet food the pull is strongest at the premium and therapeutic end, where hydrolysates are prized for two properties above all, and it is worth being precise about what those two properties are, because the rest of this essay is about the fact that they do not always come together.

The first is digestibility. A protein already cut into peptides has undergone part of the proteolysis the animal would otherwise perform for itself, and in some formulations and physiological circumstances that can alter the rate and pattern with which its nitrogen becomes available, which matters most for the young, the old, the recovering, and the compromised gut. The second is that extensive hydrolysis can reduce antigenicity, breaking the protein into fragments less able to be recognised by the immune system as the shape it once reacted to, which is why extensively hydrolysed proteins are reached for in the elimination and management diets of the allergic animal. These are real reasons for hydrolysing a protein, and they are why a formulator reaches for the tool. But neither of them tells us whether the resulting food will be eaten. Both are reasons of the gut, not the mouth, and a diet the animal refuses has a nutritional value of zero no matter how digestible or how hypoallergenic it is on paper. So the question this essay is really about is not what hydrolysis does to a protein. It is what hydrolysis does to a protein's chances at the bowl. And there the story stops being a list of benefits and becomes something far less obedient.


Movement II

THE SAME CUT

Here is the thing the papaya leaf never had to reckon with, because it never cut very far. The same scission that delivers the digestibility and the hypoallergenicity also does two other things, in the same stroke, that no one asked it to do. It is not that hydrolysis has a benefit and, separately, a side effect. It is that the cut is single and its consequences are plural. You cannot take the protein apart for one reason and leave the other reasons uninvited.

Consider what the cut does to taste, which turns out to be two opposing things at once. Cleaving protein releases free amino acids and small peptides that profoundly change flavour, and to a human tongue some of them carry a savoury character, the deep meaty resonance that has drawn every long-cooked stew and every aged cheese and every drop of fish sauce toward the same chemistry. But here the caution this whole series keeps returning to becomes almost the point. The cat does not read that chemistry as we do. Its savoury sense, the work of the palatability scientists tells us, is not built around glutamate the way ours is; it appears to lean more on nucleotides, with amino acids playing a supporting part, and the glutamate and aspartate that anchor the human idea of umami do not map cleanly onto how a cat responds at all. Kokumi, the mouth-filling roundness that is less a taste than an enrichment of the others, appears to be functional in the cat too, one more channel through which a broken-down protein might reach the animal. So when hydrolysis unlocks a savour that sat mute inside the intact chain, we should be careful whose savour we mean, and honest that we do not fully know which of these channels a given cut is feeding, and which it is starving. We can release the molecules confident that they are appetising and be describing our own tongue rather than the animal's. But whatever the cat makes of that half, the very same cutting, carried further or aimed differently, can also do the opposite. It exposes the hydrophobic amino acids that had been folded safely inside the protein, and hydrophobicity is strongly associated with bitterness, though it is not the whole story. Hydrophobicity is a useful first clue to where the bitterness may reside, never a complete explanation of it: the more hydrophobic peptides tend to be both the more bitter ones and the ones that behave differently when you try to separate a hydrolysate by that property. Some years ago I worked on exactly this, removing the bitterness and the salt from a whey protein hydrolysate at the same time by letting the bitter, hydrophobic peptides interact selectively with an adsorbent and lifting them out on that interaction. It works because bitterness is not scattered randomly through a hydrolysate; it rides on a physical characteristic you can act on. But knowing that bitterness and hydrophobicity travel together is a long way from knowing, for a given protein and a given purpose, where the balance tips. And the relationship between how far you cut and how bitter the result is turns out to be more interesting than a straight line. Bitterness depends on the substrate, the sequence, the size of the peptides and the specificity of the enzyme, and as the cutting proceeds it can rise as bitter hydrophobic peptides are liberated, peak, and even fall again as further cutting breaks those same peptides down. Every cut changes the peptide population, and the bitterness rides that changing population up and down rather than simply climbing. There is no monotonic dial you can simply turn less of. There is a moving target.

The cat makes this harder still, and in a way that ought to keep us humble. An obligate carnivore might be expected to have surrendered much of the bitter-detection apparatus that other animals use to avoid the toxins of plants. It did not; the domestic cat carries a substantial repertoire of bitter receptors that respond, in the laboratory, to bitter compounds. But a receptor firing in a dish is not the same as an animal tasting bitterness, still less disliking it, and the older work on how cats actually respond to bitter stimuli is genuinely murky, some of it pointing to responses that lack the clean specificity we would want before saying with any confidence what the cat perceives. So the honest position is a question rather than a claim. We know the cat kept the machinery, and we know a little of what it does with some of it: cats will reject quinine, so the apparatus is not idle. But quinine is a plant alkaloid, and the bitterness a hydrolysate carries is a different chemistry, a matter of peptides and exposed residues, and how the cat meets that is far less clear. We call these bitter receptors, but they earn the name only by resemblance to ours; the label is borrowed from the one species that can say what it tastes. When the cat's version fires, we do not actually know that the animal experiences bitterness as we would recognise it. The researchers who first characterised these receptors said as much, that the cat may detect a narrower, or simply a different, range of bitter things than we do, and that its bitter world has scarcely been studied. It might register something we have no word for, and the cat cannot tell us, because the one instrument that could settle the matter, its own report, is the one a cat does not have. So the questions stack. Does the bitterness a cut liberates register at all in the cat; if it does, does it register as bitterness or as some other thing we cannot name; and if as bitterness, does a carnivore that meets such compounds in prey rather than in poison read them as an aversion to be masked, or make very little of them? I do not think anyone can answer that from a receptor, and until someone answers it some other way, a great deal of what we say about bitter hydrolysates and cats is really being said about our own tongues. The savour and the bitterness are not two ingredients you can order separately. They are two faces of the one act of cutting, and where you stop decides which face is showing.

The same cut that unlocks the savour exposes the bitter. You do not get to invite one and refuse the other.

Now consider what the cut does to structure, and here the essay meets its two predecessors. An intact protein can build things. It can be heat-set into a gel, woven into a network that holds water and fat and gives a chunk its bite, which is the entire subject of the two conversations that came before this one. Cut that protein into peptides and you take that ability away. A hydrolysed protein has been relieved of the very architecture that let it bind, because the long chains that entangled and cross-linked and held are now short pieces that cannot. So the tool that improves digestion dismantles structure in the same motion. The gain in digestibility is paid for in structure, and the loss is not incidental. It is the direct arithmetic of cutting a long thing into short things.

This is why there is no single best form of a protein, only a best form for a purpose, and it is worth laying the spectrum out honestly. At one end sits the intact protein: full structure, its savour locked up, and asking the animal's gut to do the work of breaking it down. At the far end sits the pool of free amino acids: no peptide bonds left for a protease to cleave, no peptide structure left to build a network with, and a sensory character that can be powerful without necessarily being attractive. And in the enormous middle sits the hydrolysate, wherever you chose to stop it, carrying some of each virtue and some of each cost. But it would be too tidy to call this a single spectrum with the good things at one end and the bad at the other. Every movement of the dial changes several properties at once, and they do not move in step, and they do not reach their best points together. Digestibility, structure, savour, bitterness: each follows its own curve as the cutting proceeds, rising and falling on its own schedule, and the peaks and troughs do not line up. The dial does not have a setting that is best at everything, and not merely because the properties compete along a line, but because they are several different response curves laid over one another, and no single point sits at the top of all of them.


Movement III

WHEN A HYDROLYSATE IS NOT A PALATANT

The word hydrolysate describes what we did to the protein. The word palatant describes what the animal thought of the result. They are not the same word, and they do not always describe the same thing, and the entire difficulty of this trade lives in the gap between them.

A hydrolysate can be, by every measure a laboratory can put to it, an excellent thing. Its nitrogen readily available, its antigenicity low, its solubility complete, its amino acid profile answering the animal's needs point for point. And it can still be met at the bowl with refusal, because none of those virtues is the same as being wanted. The cut that made it so digestible may have carried the bitterness up onto its peak. The peptides that make it dissolve so cleanly may be exactly the ones the cat's kept receptors object to. A protein can be hydrolysed perfectly for nutrition and badly for palatability, and the two failures are invisible to each other. The nutritionist's instruments will report a triumph while the animal walks away.

Hydrolysate describes what we did to the protein. Palatant describes what the animal thought of the result.

Collagen offers a particularly visible demonstration of what progressive dismantling can do, because it has been walked down that road in front of us for a century. In its native state it is highly ordered and structurally formidable, with real technological and nutritional consequences of its own. Disrupt that ordered triple helix through denaturation and partial hydrolysis into gelatine, and its behaviour changes dramatically: it becomes dispersible and can set a thermoreversible gel, a reminder in passing that the cut can be made by chemistry as readily as by the papaya leaf's biology. Hydrolyse it further into smaller collagen peptides and that gel-forming capacity largely disappears, leaving a soluble, available fragment that builds nothing. One parent protein, progressively dismantled into materials with profoundly different functions, and not one point along that road that is best at everything. Where you would stop, for collagen or for any protein, depends entirely on what you were trying to make, and whether the animal agrees is a separate question the road cannot answer.

None of this is waste rescued from a bin. The tougher streams a slaughter leaves, the connective tissue and the harder material, are already valorised into the rendered meals and fats that are real ingredients in their own right, and hydrolysis is simply a further rung on that ladder, a way of taking something already useful and giving it a different functionality, perhaps more soluble, perhaps more digestible, and potentially more useful within a palatability system. But none of those transformations guarantees that the animal will want it. You can climb every rung of nutrition and functionality and still arrive at a material the animal declines, because willingness is not a rung on that ladder at all. It is the judgement waiting at the top, and it belongs to the eater.

Which leaves a question worth sitting with, if you make or buy these ingredients. Before the animal has told you, how would you know whether the excellent hydrolysate in front of you is a good palatant? What, exactly, would you measure? We have instruments for every rung of the ladder and none for the judgement at the top, and I am not sure the industry has been honest with itself about how much of what it calls palatability prediction is really just the hope that the two will coincide.


Movement IV

WHERE TO STOP

So the whole art, in the end, comes down to a decision the papaya leaf never had to make consciously: where to stop the cut.

Stop too early and the protein may remain little changed, much of its original structure intact, its immunoreactive epitopes potentially preserved, and whatever sensory potential the cutting might have released still largely locked away. Cut too far and you have a pool of free amino acids that the gut absorbs in an instant, the structure gone entirely and the savour at risk of tipping over into a rawness the animal may or may not accept. Somewhere between those, for any given protein and any given purpose, there is a place to stop that gives the animal enough of what it needs and spares it enough of what it will not tolerate. That place is different for a hypoallergenic diet than for a digestibility aid, different for a fish protein than for a collagen, different for a cat than for a dog. It is not one setting. It is a judgement made freshly each time, against the specific material and the specific animal and the specific job the ingredient has to do.

I am not going to tell you, in this essay, how that judgement is made. Partly because it is the working life of people like me and not a thing to be given away in a Friday paragraph, but also because the answer is not a universal number. It belongs to the substrate, the process, the purpose, and, ultimately, the species doing the eating. It is the accumulated feel for a tool that the industry has spent decades learning, the modern inheritor of exactly the skill the grandmother had with her leaf, only now aimed with instruments and held to a number. What can be said plainly is what the decision is between, and this whole conversation has been an attempt to say it: between digestion and structure, between savour and bitterness, between what the gut will take and what the mouth will accept, all of them moving at once, all of them tied to the single fact of the cut.

There is no setting that is best at everything. There is only the setting that is best for this.

And here is where the title of this conversation finally asks its real question. Where to stop the cut is not, in the end, a question the laboratory can close. You can measure the degree of hydrolysis. You can measure the size of the peptides and the quantity of free amino acids, the solubility, the digestibility, and with enough patience even the bitterness. There are instruments now, electronic tongues and noses and the models built on top of them, that read these properties and predict, sometimes rather well, how a food is likely to be received. But prediction is not preference, and correlation is not consent. Every one of those readings is a number, and not one of those numbers is the animal's yes. The best of them forecast the verdict. None of them is the verdict. Which ought to unsettle us more than it does, because we specify these ingredients to numbers all the same. When we write a hydrolysate to a target, are we describing what the animal will accept, or only what the quality sheet can check? The two are not the same, and the gap between them is where a great many refused bowls have quietly lived.

The laboratory measures hydrolysis. The animal measures palatability.

The grandmother knew when the meat was ready. She knew it the way you know these things, by the eating. We have better tools than she had, and a great many more numbers, but at the very end we are still waiting on the same verdict she was, and it is not a verdict any instrument can return. We can say, with all the precision in the world, exactly how far we cut the protein. Only the animal can tell us whether we stopped in the right place.

Which means the question was never really only where to stop the cut. It was how to learn to ask the animal sooner, before the batch is made, before the diet is formulated, and before the refusal comes back from the bowl too late to do anything about it. I do not think we have answered that question yet. I am not sure we have been asking it in the right language. And that, more than any degree of hydrolysis, is the conversation I would like us to be having.

The bowl, as always, decides.

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About the Author

Dr. rer. nat. habil. Dr. Seronei Chelulei Cheison is the founder and Chief Executive Officer of Sinonin Biotech GmbH, where he works with petfood companies on palatant sourcing strategies and the innovation of palatability enhancers. A trained food enzymologist, he led alternative protein and palatant development at Mars Petcare before founding Sinonin, and his research on enzymatic protein hydrolysis spans two decades, a doctorate from Jiangnan University, and a habilitation from the Technical University of Munich.


Sinonin Biotech GmbH is a partner in the ZEST project (Grant Agreement No. 101157382) and the PROSCALE project (Grant Agreement No. 101288362), both funded by the Circular Bio-based Europe Joint Undertaking (CBE JU) under the European Union's Horizon Europe research and innovation programme. Views and opinions expressed are those of the author only and do not necessarily reflect those of the European Union or CBE JU. Neither the European Union nor the granting authority can be held responsible for them.

Thursday, 27 August 2026

Animal-Free Pet Food: Can It Stay Palatable Without Plasma?

THE FRIDAY CONVERSATION · No. 6

Can We Build a (Still) Palatable Chunk Without Animal Blood Plasma?

Palatability is not only texture. It is also taste and aroma. But removing animal blood plasma from a wet food is easy; removing it without the animal noticing is the hard part, and that is where the whole replacement problem is really decided.

Illustration of a plant-protein network with one strand missing at its centre, holding water and fat weakly

The plant kingdom supplies almost every strand. Whether one protein locks the net, or the ensemble does, is the open question.

A soybean contains a protein called albumin. It contains proteins called globulins. Open a seed catalogue of the plant kingdom and you will find, listed in plain type, the same words we use for the proteins in blood: albumin, globulin, and, if you go looking, even a red pigment that carries iron in a ring of haem, the leghaemoglobin that gives a soy nodule its bloody blush and gives a certain famous plant burger its bleed. On paper, the plant has everything the plasma has. The names line up.

So the obvious question, the one a formulator asks in the first meeting, is why we cannot simply reach for the plant version and be done with it. The plant makes albumin. Plasma is largely albumin. Why is this hard?

It is hard because a name is not a function. The word albumin, in a seed, means only that the protein dissolves in water and sets when you heat it. It was borrowed, a century ago, precisely because those plant proteins reminded chemists of the egg. The word tells you how the protein behaves in a test tube, not what job it does in a chunk. Plant albumin and blood albumin are cousins in name and strangers in work. Leghaemoglobin made the colour of blood, and it made it convincingly enough to sell. It did not make blood.

The plant has albumin. The blood has albumin. Cousins in name, strangers in work.

And that is the whole essay in a sentence, so let me say it plainly before we go further. We are not, in this series, trying to replace a protein. We are trying to replace what a protein does, in a chunk, to an animal that will either finish the bowl or walk away from it. The plasma question was never really about plasma. It was about the bowl.


Movement I

THE ANIMAL IN THE CHUNK

Plasma is animal blood, and there is a great deal of animal in it: a tonne of the powder is the recovered plasma of something like three thousand pigs, or nine hundred cattle, though not one of them died for it, since they were killed for meat and the blood is only what ran out. That last point matters, because it tells you what the animal-free project is and is not about. It is not about saving those animals; the meat industry will kill them with or without a use for their blood. It is about something simpler and, in its way, harder to argue with. A growing number of people want to feed their animals a diet with nothing in it that was ever an animal, for reasons of their own that the industry does not get to overrule, and plasma is the quiet animal ingredient sitting in the one product they cannot yet have.

That product is the wet chunk. Structurally, plant-based kibble is largely a solved engineering problem. The wet chunk in gravy is another matter: holding together, holding its water, keeping its shape through the retort and the shelf and the fork, it is the wall the vegan project keeps hitting, and plasma is mortared into it.

No animal dies for its plasma. They die for meat, and the blood is what runs out.

So the ambition is easy to state and hard to meet. We want the chunk without the animal. We want it to bind, to hold, to bite, and above all to be eaten, with nothing in it that was ever an animal. What we are really asking for, though we rarely put it this baldly, is an animal-free plasma: something that is not blood and has never been near an animal, but that does, in the chunk, the work that blood did. The question is whether that thing can exist. And that is where the honest trouble begins.


Movement II

THE THINGS THAT ALMOST WORK

The first instinct is to reach for a gum. Our pantry is full of them, and several will hold a chunk together, so let me be fair to each before I say why fair is not enough.

Gellan is the one I reach for first, partly because it is already, in its way, an animal-free triumph. It is not dug or harvested; it is fermented, spun out of a bacterium in a tank, which is exactly the kind of process the back half of this essay will end up praising. It gels. It holds. But ask it how, and the trouble starts. High-acyl gellan sets into something soft and elastic that melts again when you warm it. Low-acyl gellan sets into something firmer that does not melt, but is stiff and brittle where the chunk wants to be yielding. And either way it will only gel if the water around it carries the right ions, calcium or potassium, in the right amount, which a wet recipe does not always politely supply. It is a gel with conditions.

Methylcellulose is stranger still, and it is the darling of the plant-burger, so it deserves a hearing. It does something almost no other food ingredient does: it sets when you heat it and melts when you cool it. That is not a typo. The burger holds on the grill because the methylcellulose is gelling in the heat, and it is at its most fragile on the plate as it cools toward the temperature at which it will actually be eaten. For a patty eaten hot off the flame, that can be made to work. For a chunk in gravy that sits in a bowl at room temperature while a cat decides whether to bother, a binder that is firmest when hot and weakest when cool is solving the wrong half of the problem.

And this is the pattern, once you line the candidates up. Gelatine sets as it cools and melts as it warms. Methylcellulose sets as it warms and melts as it cools. Gellan sets on cooling and either melts again or turns brittle, and only if the ions are right. Every one of them gels. Not one of them gels the way plasma does, which is to set when heated and then stay set, permanently and elastically, through the retort and the cooling and the shelf, holding water and fat in a network that does not care what the temperature does next. The plant proteins can be pressed into service too, and some of them, potato protein in particular, will form a true heat-set gel of their own. But pressed into the wet chunk, asked to survive the retort and the flood of gravy and still give a bite, they arrive short in one way or another, and the formulator ends up propping them with exactly the gums above.

So the roster is not empty. It is worse than empty. It is full of ingredients that each do part of the job and none of which does the whole of it, which is why the honest version of a plasma-free chunk today is not one clever replacement but a committee of them, a little gellan for set, an insoluble cellulose fibre working as a sponge to hold the water and steady the texture, a protein for body, a soluble cellulose gum to thicken the gravy and paper over the difference, each covering for what the others lack. And a committee is not a keystone. It is what you build when you do not have one.

Every one of them gels. Not one of them gels the way plasma does.

Which forces the real question, the one the gums cannot answer. What is it, exactly, that plasma has and none of these has? What is the single thing we keep failing to reproduce?


Movement III

THE PROTEIN I WAS TEMPTED TO NAME

There is a protein it is very tempting to name here, and I am going to name it, but I am going to be honest about how much weight the name can bear.

Plasma is largely albumin, and the plant has albumin, and we have already seen that the shared name is a coincidence of solubility rather than a shared job. But albumin is not, on its own, the obvious source of the one property the committee cannot reproduce: the setting into an elastic, water-holding solid that survives the retort and does not come apart in the gravy. And there is a candidate for that property with a very suggestive credential. Take fibrinogen out of plasma and what remains is called serum. The two fluids differ by essentially that one protein, and they behave differently in a gel. Fibrinogen is also a protein the plant kingdom has never made, and never had any reason to make, because plants do not bleed. So the temptation is obvious. Name fibrinogen the keystone, ferment that one protein, and the animal-free chunk falls into place.

Here is why I will not quite say that, and the reason matters more than the conclusion. In the body, fibrinogen does something very specific and very beautiful. When a vessel is breached, an enzyme called thrombin snips two small peptides from the molecule, and the sticky ends left behind reach out, clasp their neighbours, and assemble, without further instruction, into an insoluble elastic mesh. That is the clot, and it is genuinely a thing no plant protein does. But that is physiology, and a chunk in a can is not a wound. What happens in the powder is subtler than it first looks, and it took me a moment to get it right. The plasma is collected with an anticoagulant, commonly citrate or a phosphate, which does not attack the clotting proteins but locks away the calcium the coagulation cascade needs to proceed. So fibrinogen enters processing largely as fibrinogen, whole and uncleaved, rather than as a pre-formed fibrin clot, and thrombin is never generated from its precursor to do the cleaving. Spray-drying can preserve a good deal of protein functionality, though how much coagulation activity in particular survives depends on the process. What matters for the chunk is the step that comes next. The set that forms in the retort is principally a heat-induced protein gel, not a physiological fibrin clot: wet heat drives the whole population of plasma proteins, albumin and globulins and the intact fibrinogen together, into a collective aggregation, a gel formed by denaturation rather than by enzyme. And here is the twist that keeps fibrinogen in the frame even so, because it arrives whole rather than spent, it enters that thermal gelation as a full and unusually gelation-active protein. Fibrinogen clearly contributes materially to how the network behaves. But the published work on how plasma and its isolated fractions gel points just as strongly to interactions among the fractions, fibrinogen and albumin and the globulins influencing one another as they denature, as to any single protein doing the work alone, and only that reading is honest on what we actually know.

And there is a deeper reason to distrust the tidy answer, which is that I have made this mistake before, one conversation ago. In writing about meat I argued at length that reducing a food to its most quotable constituent misses the emergent system, that the value is in the ensemble and not the headline molecule. It would be a poor kind of consistency to spend that essay warning against reductionism and then open this one by declaring that plasma is really just fibrinogen in an ensemble. Plasma is a multi-protein system. Its gelation is collective. Some plant proteins do form strong, irreversible, heat-set networks of their own, so the point is not that plants cannot gel. It is more specific and, I think, stronger: no single plant ingredient appears to reproduce the full multifunctional behaviour of plasma under this process context, the setting and the water-holding and the fat-holding and the bite, all at once and all through the retort. Which single protein, if any, carries the irreplaceable part of that is a question I can pose sharply but cannot yet close, and I would rather pose it sharply than close it dishonestly.

The plant never made fibrinogen. Whether fibrinogen alone makes the chunk is a different question.

I can say all of this with more than a reader's confidence, because I have been down the near end of this road myself. Some years ago I worked on, and hold a patent for, a way of building the binding function of a wet pet food from a denatured whey protein rather than from blood, a micro-particulate protein engineered to set into the kind of matrix a chunk needs. It works, within its limits, and I am glad of it. But it taught me the lesson this essay is circling. You can engineer a protein to do a good deal of what plasma does. What you cannot easily do is get all of it, and get it from a plant, and get it animal-free, all at once. Whey is milk. Milk is an animal. Solving the plasma problem is not the same as solving the animal problem, and rebuilding one function is not the same as rebuilding the system. The binding can be reconstructed. The demand was never only for binding.

So the honest position, at the end of the roster and the patents and the gums, is this. The plant cupboard does not hold whatever it is that plasma has. A committee of hydrocolloids is a confession that we are working around an absence rather than filling it. And the absence has a named candidate, fibrinogen, with a real credential and a case that the evidence complicates rather than closes. Which leaves one door in the building we have not yet tried to open, and a more careful question to carry through it.


Movement IV

THE DOOR MARKED FERMENTATION

The careful question is this. If some part of what plasma does turns out to be genuinely irreplaceable, some protein or small set of proteins that no plant makes and no gum imitates, are we then simply stuck, holding a wet chunk we can build almost but not quite well enough. And the answer, built quietly over the last decade, is no. Not if we stop asking the plant to be the source at all.

We already make animal proteins without animals. Not by growing the animal, and not by finding a plant that fakes it, but by handing the gene to a microbe and letting the microbe do the work. The whey protein in a growing number of ice creams was never in a cow; it was fermented from a fungus carrying the instructions for it. Egg-white protein is being made the same way, and so, in laboratories and increasingly at scale, is serum albumin itself, the most abundant protein in the very plasma this essay has spent two instalments discussing. The proteins that were said to be too structurally clever for a plant to replace are not being replaced. They are being copied, faithfully, by organisms that can, increasingly, be taught to make proteins once thought inseparable from the animal.

Which turns the animal-free chunk from a search into a construction, and changes the questions we ask of it. Not what replaces plasma, but which of plasma's jobs actually matter to the animal, and what is the minimum animal-free system that can reproduce the functions that matter. Can plant protein carry the body while an insoluble fibre and a soluble gum manage the water? Can fat be placed and stabilised by design rather than by luck? And for whatever network function survives all of that as genuinely irreplaceable, the part the committee keeps failing to cover, can a protein grown in a tank stand in for one drained from an animal?

If that protein turns out to be fibrinogen, we ferment fibrinogen. If it turns out to be fibrinogen doing its work only in the company of others, we learn that, and we build the company too. The tool does not care which answer the evidence returns. It cares only that the answer, once known, can be made without the animal.

We are not looking for the plant that can be plasma. We are rebuilding what plasma did, job by job.

I will not pretend this is finished, or easy, or that I am a disinterested narrator of it. It is the problem I have given my working life to, and there is a name waiting on it for when the science is ready. But a name is a promissory note, and this essay is not the place to cash it. The honest thing to say is only that the door exists, that it is not locked, and that behind it is not a single clever substitution but a discipline: find the jobs that matter, identify the few that only an animal protein has ever done, and grow those and only those, while the plant kingdom does the rest of the work it was always able to do.

There is a reason this door has stayed shut, and it is not that no one noticed it. Plasma begins with an extraordinarily cheap raw material, blood from a slaughter that was going to happen anyway. The powder itself is not free; it has to be collected hygienically, separated, concentrated, stabilised and spray-dried, and those operations carry real cost. But even so, precision fermentation begins at a structural disadvantage, because it must deliberately manufacture, in a tank and on an energy bill, a protein whose biological synthesis the animal has already paid for. So the fermented protein does not only have to work. It has to earn its place against a mature co-product whose hardest cost, the making of the protein itself, was settled long ago inside a living body, and it has to do so for people who have decided, for reasons of their own, that a co-product of slaughter is still too much animal to accept. That is a real bar, and pretending it is low would be its own kind of dishonesty. But it is a bar that novel ingredients have cleared before, once the demand was certain enough to pull the cost of making them down.

And here the engineering has to hand the question back, because structure is not the same as palatability. A chunk can pass every instrument in the laboratory, match the old one for hardness and springiness and water held, and still be met at the bowl with the particular indifference a cat reserves for food that is almost right. Plasma may carry signals we have not fully named, chemical as much as physical, and reconstructing its texture job by job may still leave those signals behind. There is already a hint of this in the feeding data, where cats have preferred plasma-bound wet food over the same recipe bound with wheat gluten, and where some of plasma's biological effects appear to survive the can, which tells us the ingredient was never doing only mechanical work. The rheometer can tell us whether we rebuilt the chunk. It cannot tell us whether we rebuilt the food. Rebuilding what a food does is not quite the same as rebuilding what an animal recognises.

And there is one more reason to do this now rather than later, which is that the concession this essay opened with has an expiry date. I said at the start that no animal dies for its plasma, that the beast is killed for meat and the blood is only what runs out, and that is true today. But it is true only for as long as meat means slaughter. We are already producing cultivated chicken from animal cells, while companies work towards structured cuts of cultivated beef, learning, tissue by tissue, to make meat without killing the animal it came from. Plasma is just another tissue, a fluid one. If that promise holds, and it is still a promise, resting on the whole cell-culture logic proving genuinely clean and food-grade at scale, then the blood stops being a byproduct that was going to run out anyway. An animal-free steak in a gravy thickened with drained blood is not a destination. It is a halfway house.

But notice what that world does not do. It does not hand us a bowl of prime cultured muscle and call it dinner. Cultured meat is designer meat, grown almost without waste, and that is precisely why it will not, on its own, feed a cat. A prime cut is not a balanced diet; it is muscle, and a cat needs the whole formulated matrix around it, the organ nutrients and the taurine and the minerals and the fat and the moisture, composed and bound into something shelf-stable and palatable. That formulation does not disappear when the slaughterhouse does. If anything the cleaner technology frees land and feed and effort for exactly the novel ingredients this essay has been circling. The chunk still has to be built and held together, from material that increasingly will not have come from an animal at all. The binding problem is older than slaughter and outlasts it, because it belongs not to waste but to formulation itself.

And so we arrive back where the last essay left us, with the question turned finally right way round. We spent this whole conversation asking how to replace plasma, and the asking was half the error. We were never going to replace the ingredient, and we were never going to find its single secret and copy it in isolation. The ingredient is blood, an ensemble, and blood is not available to the animal-free chunk on any terms. What we can do, if we are careful about it, is reproduce not the ingredient but the jobs the ingredient did, drawing each from the source that does it most honestly, and let the plants do everything they were always waiting to help with.

Whether that chunk, when it is finally set and sliced and dropped into its gravy, is one an animal will finish, is not a question chemistry can answer. It is the one the instruments cannot reach, and it belongs, as it always has in this trade, to a single judge, sitting in front of a bowl, deciding in the only currency that has ever mattered whether to eat.

The bowl, as always, will decide.

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Dr. rer. nat. habil. Dr. Seronei Chelulei Cheison is the founder and Chief Executive Officer of Sinonin Biotech GmbH, a biotechnology company focused on alternative protein and palatability enhancer innovation and application for petfood formulations. He formerly led alternative protein and palatant development projects at the Mars Petcare Global Innovation Centre in Verden, and spent close to two decades in academic research on enzymatic protein hydrolysis, holding a doctorate from Jiangnan University and a habilitation from the Technical University of Munich.

Sinonin Biotech GmbH is a partner in two consortia funded under the Circular Bio-based Europe Joint Undertaking: ZEST, on fungal fermentation of agricultural residues, and PROSCALE, on scalable microbial protein ingredients, which runs from September 2026 to August 2030.

Co-funded by the European Union under Grant Agreement No. 101157382 (ZEST) and Grant Agreement No. 101288362 (PROSCALE). Views and opinions expressed are however those of the author only and do not necessarily reflect those of the European Union or CBE JU. Neither the European Union nor the CBE JU can be held responsible for them.

Thursday, 20 August 2026

Petfood Palatability and the Plasma That Binds Wet Food

THE FRIDAY CONVERSATION · No. 5

The Glue That Holds the Chunk

Palatability is not only taste and aroma. It is also texture, and in a wet food the texture is built by a protein most people have never heard of.

Illustration of a plasma protein network holding droplets of water and fat

The glue, seen close: plasma proteins form a heat-set network that traps water and fat, giving the chunk its juiciness, cohesion, and bite.

Picture a sausage. Season it however you like. Get the smoke right, the pepper, the note of marjoram that makes a good bratwurst smell like a good bratwurst. Now imagine you have matched the aroma and the taste of the real thing so closely that with your eyes closed you could not tell the difference. And then you bite it, and it is wrong. It gives way like wet cardboard, or it is dry and mealy, or it snaps with a brittle, papery crack instead of yielding. The flavour was right. It is still not a sausage.

Anyone who has eaten a plant-based sausage knows this moment. We have, many of us, solved the flavour. What we have not solved is the bite: the springy resistance, the succulent give, the way a real sausage releases its fat and moisture as the teeth dig in.

I raise the sausage because it makes a point both sides of the pet food conversation keep sliding past, and for opposite reasons. Those of us working on alternative proteins struggle to build the texture, and talk instead about flavour, which we can win. The conventional, meat-based makers rarely think about texture at all, because something has always quietly supplied it for them. Both camps are fixated on taste and aroma. Both are sliding past the bite, and I include my own side of the field in that.

Both camps are fixated on taste and aroma. Both are sliding past the bite.

And a sausage is the right way to see this, because a sausage is something we all already know. Very few people outside the industry have ever held the idea of a pet food chunk in their mind, or wondered what makes one hold together and another crumble. But everyone has bitten into something that got the flavour right and the texture wrong. Hold that disappointment in mind and the chunk in a can of cat food stops being an abstraction. It is doing, for a fussier eater, exactly what the sausage does. It has to feel right, not only taste right.

Now, the reason a good sausage feels right is worth pausing on, because it is not one reason but three, and the difference between them is the whole of this conversation. A traditional Nürnberger bratwurst holds itself together. Salt draws the myofibrillar proteins out of the pork, myosin chief among them, the mixing works them into something sticky, and on the grill they set into the springy bite the sausage is prized for. This is the binding quality of the meat itself, the capacity of good muscle protein to become its own structure, and it needs no added glue. The meat is its own glue. A reformed or emulsion sausage, a frankfurter, a restructured cut, cannot rely on that, because the muscle has been comminuted past the point of binding itself, so a binder is added to do the holding. And a plant-based sausage has no muscle proteins to draw on at all, so it must borrow a glue from somewhere else, from soy or wheat gluten or a hydrocolloid, and this is the one that most often fails the bite.

A wet pet food chunk lives, almost always, in the second and third of those worlds, not the first. It is a formed thing, not a slice off an intact muscle, so it needs a binder. And in the animal-based chunk, the binder that has quietly done this job for decades, in millions of cans, is a protein almost no one outside the industry has heard of. It is what holds the chunk together. It is, in the most literal sense, the glue. The question this conversation is about is what happens to palatability, texture included, when we try to take it out.


Movement I

THE PROTEIN THAT HOLDS THE CHUNK

The protein is blood plasma. When an animal is slaughtered, its blood is collected, and the blood separates into two parts: the red cellular fraction, and a pale straw-coloured liquid that is the plasma, a little over half the blood by volume. Spray-dried into a fine powder, that plasma becomes one of the quiet workhorses of the wet pet food industry, and of a good deal of the human meat industry besides. It is not an exotic ingredient. It is in frankfurters, in restructured and reformed meats, in the products where pieces must be made to hold together that were not held together to begin with. It does there exactly what it does in the pet food: it binds.

What makes plasma able to do this is a property worth stating precisely, because it is the whole reason plant proteins struggle to replace it. Plasma is a heat-set gelling protein. Warm it past a certain point and its proteins unfold and lock into a network, a gel, and once set that gel does not melt again on further heating. This is the opposite of gelatine, which sets as it cools and melts as it warms. It matters enormously here, because a chunk in gravy is made by retorting, cooking the sealed can or pouch at a temperature well above boiling, and it is made while sitting in the water of the sauce. A cold-setting protein would dissolve into that hot water and be gone. Plasma sets because of the heat, not in spite of it, and it holds its shape submerged in excess water at temperatures that would melt a lesser binder into broth. That is why the chunk survives the retort.

But binding, in the sense of simply holding together, undersells what plasma is doing, and this is where the texture returns to the argument. Plasma does not only glue the chunk into one piece. It holds water inside the matrix, and it holds fat inside the matrix, so that when the animal bites, the chunk is succulent rather than dry, and it releases moisture and fat the way a real piece of meat would. It gives the chunk resistance and spring rather than mush or crumble. And it stops the chunk from shedding, from breaking down under handling and processing into the cloud of fine particles the trade calls fines, which turn a can of distinct chunks into a slurry. Every one of these is a texture property, and texture, as the sausage told us, is palatability. Plasma is not a nutritional additive that happens to bind. It is a palatability ingredient whose main instrument is texture.

None of this is a matter of my opinion or my palate. It is measurable, and it has been measured. The gel strength of plasma, the temperature at which it sets, its water-holding and fat-holding capacities, the force required to rupture a chunk, all of these are rheology, the physics of how a material deforms and flows and resists, and they can be put on an instrument and read off as numbers. When I say a plasma chunk is springy and succulent and resistant to fines, I am not reaching for adjectives. I am describing behaviour that shows up on a texture analyser, in gel-strength curves, in water-holding percentages. The animal reads these properties with its mouth. We can read them with a rheometer and a texture analyser. They are the same properties.

The animal reads these properties with its mouth. We read them with a rheometer.

Movement II

FROM THE KILL FLOOR TO THE POWDER

It is worth knowing where this ingredient comes from, because the answer is more ordinary and more clever than most people expect. When an animal is slaughtered for meat, its blood is collected rather than discarded, drawn off cleanly while the carcass is still intact so that it stays uncontaminated. That blood is centrifuged, which separates it into the heavier red cell fraction and the lighter, straw-coloured plasma. The plasma is chilled, concentrated, and then sprayed as a fine mist into a tower of hot air, where the water flashes off in seconds and what falls to the bottom is a pale, cream-coloured powder. Spray-dried plasma is roughly three-quarters protein, with a little fat and a notable load of minerals from the salts of the blood and the anticoagulant added at collection. The gentleness matters as much as the process: dry it too harshly and you denature the very proteins whose folding does all the work, so the drying is tuned to preserve function, not merely to remove water. What arrives at the pet food plant is a bag of beige powder that reconstitutes, when it is heated in a chunk, into the clotting, gelling, water-holding structure it had in the living animal.

There is a quieter benefit that shows up not in the finished chunk but on the line that makes it. A chunk in gravy is not carved from a fillet. It is built: a meat emulsion, a batter of ground raw material and water, is set into a firm, sliceable solid by heat, in what the trade calls steam-forming. The emulsion is deposited or extruded, then cooked with steam until the proteins coagulate into a rope or sheet that can be cut into chunks and dropped into gravy. Plasma earns its place in that process twice over. Its heat-set gel firms the formed mass enough that it slices cleanly rather than tearing, and a firmer set means fewer of the crumbs and fragments that the trade calls fines. A batter that sets well releases cleanly from the belt and fills without smearing; a batter that sets poorly sticks, drags, and leaves waste behind it. So before plasma has done anything for the animal, it has already done something for the factory. It is a processability ingredient as much as a palatability one, and that is a second reason it is hard to give up.

This is, in the most literal sense, a way of making food out of what would otherwise be waste. The blood that once ran down slaughterhouse drains is now recovered, dried, and sold as a functional protein, which is the kind of circularity the rest of the food system is only beginning to reach for. It is worth holding that in mind through everything that follows, because it complicates the story. The ingredient some of us want to remove is also one of the more genuinely sustainable things in the box.

The ingredient we want to remove is also one of the most sustainable things in the box.

HOW MUCH, AND FROM WHOM

Plasma is not a niche curiosity. The market for animal plasma as a feed and food ingredient runs, by the estimates of the various market analyses, somewhere in the low single-digit billions of dollars a year, and it is growing steadily. But the shape of that market holds a surprise for anyone who assumes this is mainly a pet food story. It is not. The largest single use of animal plasma by far is in feed for young pigs, where its immune and gut-health benefits help weaned piglets through the most fragile weeks of their lives. Aquaculture takes a large share too. Pet food, the application this whole essay is concerned with, is a real but minority slice of the total, something on the order of a sixth of it. The glue that holds the chunk is, in volume terms, a sideline of an ingredient whose main career is elsewhere.

The chunk is plasma's sideline. Its main career is elsewhere.

The blood itself comes chiefly from pigs and cattle, in roughly comparable amounts, with poultry a smaller and more specialised source, and the industry is built on that split. The trade runs from large international processors, names such as APC, the world's largest, along with Veos, Sonac and Darling Ingredients and the Lauridsen group, down through regional producers such as Badenhop in Lower Saxony, each collecting blood from the slaughterhouses in its reach and drying it close to source, because blood does not travel well before it is stabilised. It is a quietly global business resting on an intensely local raw material, which is one more reason the ingredient is harder to think about replacing than it first appears. To remove plasma from a recipe is not only to solve a problem of chemistry. It is to step out of a supply chain that already exists, that is already circular, and that is already, by the standards of the industry, cheap.


Movement III

AND THEN THE HARDER QUESTION

So far I have kept to the ground I can defend without flinching, because the texture case is settled. Plasma builds the structure of the chunk, and structure is palatability, and all of it is measurable. If the argument stopped there it would already be enough to make removing plasma a real problem rather than a trivial one. But there is a second claim often made for plasma, quieter and much less settled, and honesty requires me to walk onto the shakier ground and say plainly where it gives way.

The second claim is that plasma contributes not only to texture but to taste and aroma. That it is not merely the glue but also, in some measure, a flavour. And here the certainty I had a moment ago deserts me, because the evidence is genuinely divided, and I would rather show you the division than paper over it.

The case for is not nothing. Remember what plasma actually is: the fluid that remains once the cells of the blood are taken away. It is not a single protein but a cocktail of them, albumin and the globulins and fibrinogen, and dissolved among them is everything the blood was carrying that did not leave with the cells. Plasma is the body's transport medium, and transport is exactly what it was doing when it was harvested, so it arrives already holding free amino acids, peptides, and a scatter of small molecules in its own right. Among those are compounds that are flavour-active in themselves or that serve as the raw material for the savoury, meaty notes thermal processing builds. So the ingredients of a flavour signal are demonstrably present in plasma, and present for a reason: it is the fluid whose job was to carry dissolved things. The question is not whether those compounds are there. The question is whether, at the levels plasma is used and inside the finished chunk swimming in its sauce, the animal can actually taste them, or whether they sit below the threshold of notice while the palatants and the gravy do the talking. The raw materials are in the room. Whether they reach the animal is another matter entirely.

And when you look at what the feeding trials actually report, the picture refuses to resolve into a clean answer. In cats, several studies find a real preference for plasma: cats offered a plasma-containing food against a control have chosen the plasma, and chosen it clearly. That looks like taste. But then you turn to dogs, and the same ingredient behaves differently or not at all, with some trials finding no preference and at least one finding that adding porcine plasma to an extruded food actually reduced how well the dogs accepted it. One species leans in, another shrugs or turns away. That is not the signature of a straightforward palatant. It is the signature of something more complicated, something whose effect on flavour depends on the species, the format, the level, and perhaps on whether what we are measuring as taste is really taste at all, or the texture reading its way back into the result.

Because that is the honest complication buried in all of this, and it doubles back to where the essay began. When a cat prefers the plasma food, how much of that preference is flavour, and how much is the very texture we spent the first half of this conversation establishing? A plasma chunk is springier, more succulent, more intact in the mouth. A cat that prefers it may be tasting something. It may equally be feeling something, and reporting a texture preference that we, watching the bowl empty, record as a vote for flavour. It may even, and here I am frankly speculating, be listening to something, for there is an old notion in the trade that cats attend to the sound of what they chew, and while I know of nothing that proves it, a springy, succulent chunk does yield a different sound under the teeth than a brittle one. Taste, touch, and perhaps sound. Three channels, and at the bowl we see only the verdict, not which of them cast the deciding vote. The three are almost impossible to separate there, and I am not convinced the industry has cleanly separated them at all.

At the bowl we see only the verdict, never which sense cast the deciding vote.

So I will not tell you plasma is a flavour. That is the claim I cannot stand behind. But I will tell you something more specific and more defensible. Plasma arrives with two kinds of flavour potential already in it. Some of its components are taste-active in themselves, the short peptides and amino acids and small sugars a tongue can register directly, with no cooking at all, though which of them a given animal actually registers depends on the animal, for the dog that can taste a sugar and the cat that cannot are not reading the same list. And beyond those it carries the precursors of aroma, the amino acids and peptides that under the heat of retort feed the same Maillard and Strecker reactions that build meaty smell in cooked flesh. The compounds are there, some ready to be tasted and some ready to be transformed, and the chemistry that would turn either into a signal is real and well understood. Whether that signal rises, inside a sauced chunk, to something the animal actually registers is the part still open. Cats behave as though it matters; dogs often do not. And the cleanest thing we can say with confidence remains the thing we started with: whatever plasma is doing to flavour, it is unquestionably doing something to texture, and the animal is reading that.


Movement IV

IS PLASMA JUST PLASMA?

One question decides how far everything I have said travels, and I have been postponing it. Plasma is not a single substance. It comes from pigs, from cattle, from poultry, and a formulator choosing among them, or a fermentation scientist deciding which one to try to rebuild, needs to know whether the source animal matters. Does the blood remember which creature it came from?

For the binding, it barely does. Porcine plasma and bovine plasma both form strong heat-set gels, both hold water and fat, both give the chunk its bite. They are not identical, but they are close enough that the structural job survives the swap from one species to another. And the variable that moves gel strength most is not the animal at all. It is the processing, whether the plasma was spray-dried or freeze-dried, how much mineral it carries. For the glue, the species is a detail and the manufacturing is the story.

For the flavour, it remembers everything. The amino acid profiles differ by source, and not subtly: poultry plasma runs markedly higher in methionine than porcine or bovine, while bovine carries more lysine and threonine. The very compounds we were uncertain the animal could taste are themselves stamped with the species that bled. The binder does not care which animal it came from. The signal keeps the animal's accent.

Which is, once again, the division this series keeps arriving at. I wrote it before about fat, where the physical behaviour of a fat and the message it carried turned out to be two independent things, one you could swap freely and one you could not. Here it is again in the protein, and it will matter enormously in a moment, because if we ever set out to rebuild plasma from scratch, it tells us the structure may be the easy half and the signal the hard one. Whether the animal can even hear that accent, we still do not know. But it is there in the material, waiting to be heard or missed.


Movement V

THE INGREDIENT WE MEAN TO REMOVE

Step back and look at what plasma turns out to be. It is a slaughter by-product, recovered from blood that would otherwise be waste, dried to a cream-coloured powder, and added in small amounts to do a job almost nobody notices until it is done badly. It sets the chunk under the heat of the retort and holds it there in the flood of the sauce. It keeps water and fat inside the piece so the animal meets succulence instead of dryness. It stops the chunk shredding into fines. It carries, into the bargain, the makings of a flavour that the cat at least behaves as though it can read. It does all of this quietly, cheaply, and by a set of tricks, the heat-set gel and the cold clotting of its fibrinogen, that between them the plant kingdom cannot presently perform. It is, for a formulator, very close to indispensable, which is exactly why it is interesting that some of us want it gone.

Because we do. For all its usefulness, plasma is an animal ingredient, drawn from blood, and a pet food industry moving toward alternative proteins cannot leave it unexamined simply because it works. The sustainability case, the supply-chain case, the growing number of cans that would like to carry no animal blood at all, every one of these pushes the same question to the front. If plasma is this good, and this deeply woven into how a wet chunk is built, what would it actually take to replace it? Not to wave at replacing it, but to build a chunk that behaves the way this one does without a drop of blood in it.

That is a harder question than it first appears, and it deserves its own conversation rather than a hurried paragraph here. It runs straight into everything this essay has laid out: the texture that must be rebuilt, the flavour signal that may or may not matter, the species accent that a replacement would carry or lose, and one protein in particular that the plant world, for reasons written deep in its evolution, simply does not make. The plants have their own proteins, their own albumins and globulins, and even, now, their own borrowed blood-red pigment. Whether any of that can be assembled into the glue that holds the chunk is where the next conversation begins.


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Dr. rer. nat. habil. Dr. Seronei Chelulei Cheison is the founder and Chief Executive Officer of Sinonin Biotech GmbH, a biotechnology company focused on alternative protein and palatability enhancer innovation and application for petfood formulations. He formerly led alternative protein and palatant development projects at the Mars Petcare Global Innovation Centre in Verden, and spent close to two decades in academic research on enzymatic protein hydrolysis, holding a doctorate from Jiangnan University and a habilitation from the Technical University of Munich.

Sinonin Biotech GmbH is a partner in two consortia funded under the Circular Bio-based Europe Joint Undertaking: ZEST, on fungal fermentation of agricultural residues, and PROSCALE, on scalable microbial protein ingredients, which runs from September 2026 to August 2030.

Co-funded by the European Union under Grant Agreement No. 101157382 (ZEST) and Grant Agreement No. 101288362 (PROSCALE). Views and opinions expressed are however those of the author only and do not necessarily reflect those of the European Union or CBE JU. Neither the European Union nor the CBE JU can be held responsible for them.

Wednesday, 12 August 2026

Petfood Palatability: Why Fat Is the Signal Alternative Proteins Forget

The Friday Conversation · No. 4

A lipid freshness clock: one continuous oxidation axis, from the fresh-kill signal at one end to rancidity at the other.

Oiling the Palatability Wheel

Fat is the only nutrient that carries its own timestamp. The animal at the bowl has been reading that clock all along.


Open a fresh bottle of fish oil and smell it. Close it, leave it on the shelf, and open it again a week later. The two smells are not the same, and you do not need a laboratory to know it. The nose reports the change instantly, with a certainty that feels almost like alarm. Something has happened.

Here is the strange part. In that week, very little has changed that a nutrient panel would notice. The energy is the same. The fatty acids are, to a first approximation, the same. The degradation that will eventually matter to the body, the slow loss of the delicate omega-3s, has barely begun; the nose sounds its warning long before the nutrition is meaningfully harmed. By every measure a specification sheet cares about, the oil is still the oil. And yet you know, before you have thought about it, that you would not now put a spoon of it in your mouth.

We have a word for what the nose is reporting. We call it rancidity. But what, exactly, are we smelling? Not a loss of nutrition, which has scarcely occurred. Not a change we can see. We are smelling time. The fat has kept a record of how long it has sat, written in molecules too faint to matter to the body and too loud to miss with the nose, and the animal reading that record is doing something a spec sheet cannot do at all. It is telling the hour.

This is the thing about fat that the protein age has almost entirely overlooked. Protein feeds. Carbohydrate feeds. Fat feeds too, and richly. But fat also does something none of the others do: it keeps time. Leave a protein on the shelf and it ages quietly, in ways the nose can barely detect. Leave a fat, and it begins, from the first day, to tell you how long it has been left. Fat is the only nutrient that carries its own timestamp, and every creature that ever hunted learned to read it, because the difference between a fresh kill and a spoiled one was, quite literally, the difference between a meal and a poisoning.

I have spent three of these Friday conversations on what an animal wants to smell and taste in its food: the second on a signal read off a fresh wound, the third on the many voices of meat that are not its protein. This fourth one is about the nutrient that sits underneath all of that, carrying more of the signal than we credit and almost none of the credit it carries. It is about fat, and about a question the alternative-protein transition has been slow to ask out loud. We have learned, impressively, to rebuild the protein. Have we understood the fat well enough to tell the animal it is fresh, and not, a week later on the shelf, exactly the opposite?


Movement I

The Alternative Protein Conversation That Forgot The Fat

Let me be fair to the transition before I press on it, because it has earned the fairness. The work of the last two decades has been, overwhelmingly, protein work, and that was the right place to start. An obligate carnivore needs a great deal of protein, of a particular quality, and building that from plants and fungi and single cells is genuinely hard. The industry has largely solved it. There are complete amino acid profiles, adequate digestibility, the taurine and arginine supplemented where the chemistry falls short. Nobody should wave that away.

But notice what the whole conversation has been organised around. There are protein action plans and protein transitions and protein start-ups. There is no fat transition. Fat has been treated as the easy part, the thing you add back at the end once the hard protein problem is solved, a commodity you buy by the drum and pour on. And this is precisely backward, because a large part of what makes food palatable to a carnivore was never the protein at all. It was the fat.

Consider what the animals themselves choose when you let them. Give a cat the freedom to compose its own diet from separate sources and it settles, with real consistency, on a balance of roughly 52% of its energy from protein, 36% from fat, and 12% from carbohydrate. Give a dog the same freedom and it lands somewhere quite different: around 30% protein and 63% fat, reaching for nearly twice the fat the cat takes. The dog forgives the fat; the cat audits it. These are not idle preferences. The animal defends them, and will override an unpromising flavour to hit its target. There is an old piece of folklore in the trade about some magic ratio of protein to fat that unlocks palatability, and the folklore has it not quite right. What the numbers actually show is two different things braided together: a nutritional target the animal is trying to reach, and a palatability response to what is in front of it. The ratio is real. It is just not the whole of the story, and mistaking the one for the other has cost the field more than it knows.

The dog forgives the fat. The cat audits it.

And here the numbers open onto something genuinely unsettled, which is worth pausing over rather than rushing past. The cat that self-selects 36% of its energy from fat evolved eating prey that delivers closer to 46%. On protein the match is almost exact; on fat the animal we observe in the feeding trial settles well below what its wild prey would have given it, and on carbohydrate it drifts to six times what prey ever supplied. So which is the true target, the profile the cat reaches for on our diets, or the profile its prey actually carried? When whole prey itself ranges from a tenth to well over half fat depending on the season and the animal, is the cat defending a number at all, or a range? How much of what we record as preference is simply what the bowl allowed the animal to reach? I raise these not to answer them, because I cannot, but because a field confident enough to engineer a diet ought to be honest about how loosely we understand the target it is engineering toward.

There is one more thing the protein framing misses, and it is the largest. When we say fat matters to palatability, we tend to mean taste and richness, the mouthfeel of it. That is real, but it undersells the case badly. Fat’s deepest contribution is to aroma, and aroma is the sense that leads. The nose reaches the food before the mouth does; it forms the first judgement, the go or no-go, before a single taste receptor has fired. And aroma lives in fat. The volatile molecules that carry the smell of food are mostly fat-soluble; they dissolve into the fat, are held by it, and are released from it as it warms. Fat is not merely one contributor to flavour among several. It is the reservoir the aromas are kept in, the medium they travel by, and, as we will see, the very material from which many of them are made. Forget the fat and you have not forgotten a garnish. You have forgotten the thing the animal smells first.


Movement II

One Fatty Acid, Two Messages

To see how fat carries a signal, and how the same fat can carry its opposite, we have to follow a single fatty acid on the one journey that matters: oxidation. It is the reaction at the centre of this entire essay, and its most important feature is that it is not an event but a road. A fat does not simply oxidise or fail to. It oxidises progressively, passing through stages, and where it happens to be along that road is precisely what the animal’s nose is reading.

Take linoleic acid, the polyunsaturated fatty acid that sits in most of the fats we care about. Early on the oxidation road, when the reaction has only just begun, it throws off a particular set of light, volatile fragments, and among them is a molecule I have written about before: the compound that signals a fresh kill, the one a carnivore reads off a wound before it has taken a bite. Freshly begun oxidation smells, to the animal built to read it, like something recently and cleanly dead. This is the attractant, and it appears at the very top of the road.

Keep going down the same road, though, and the same linoleic acid tells a different story. The light early fragments give way to heavier ones, the secondary aldehydes with names like hexanal and 2,4-decadienal, and these are the smell we call rancid: painty, cardboard, stale, wrong. Nothing new was added. No different fat arrived. The identical molecule that produced the fresh signal at the start of its oxidation produces the spoiled signal further along, because oxidation simply kept running. The precursor of the attractant is the precursor of the repellent. They are the same fat, one stretch of road apart.

The molecule that says fresh kill and the molecule that says rancid are the same fat, one step apart.

This is worth holding still for a moment, because it resolves something that might otherwise look like a contradiction across these essays. If the fresh-kill molecule is itself a product of oxidation, and rancidity is also a product of oxidation, how can the animal prize the one and refuse the other? The answer is that it is not reading oxidation as a yes or a no. It is reading how far the oxidation has gone. Fresh oxidation, the first tick, says eat now. Advanced oxidation, many ticks later, says too late. The animal is not asking whether the fat has oxidised. It is asking what time it is.

Now bring a real oil into it, because this is where the abstraction earns its keep. Sunflower oil is a useful case, and a slightly awkward one for anyone who assumes plant fat is simply inferior fat. In a controlled trial where the only thing that changed was the fat coating a kibble, dogs preferred sunflower oil over poultry fat and over beef tallow, and the researchers attributed the preference to sunflower’s high content of linoleic acid. Read quickly, that looks like a straightforward win for the plant oil. Read slowly, it is the whole dilemma of this essay in one result. The very thing that made the sunflower oil attractive, its richness in linoleic acid, is the very thing that makes it spoil fastest, because linoleic acid is precisely the polyunsaturated fatty acid that runs down the oxidation road quickest. The oil is preferred because it is rich in the precursor of the fresh signal. It is fragile for exactly the same reason.

The plant breeders, it turns out, have already been fighting this war, and it is worth knowing which side they chose. Conventional sunflower oil is high in linoleic acid, which makes it flavourful and makes it perishable. To improve its shelf life, breeders have spent decades selecting for a high-oleic sunflower instead, trading the polyunsaturated linoleic away for the far more stable monounsaturated oleic. The newer oil keeps for longer on the shelf. But look at what was given up to get there: the linoleic acid that was bred out is the very fatty acid the dogs were responding to, and the precursor of the fresh signal itself. The industry, chasing stability, has been quietly breeding out the molecule of freshness. You may have stability or you may have the signal, and the same acid governs both. There is no variety that gives you both at once, and anyone who tells you a single sunflower oil is both maximally palatable and maximally stable is describing two different oils and hoping you will not notice.

There is a deeper convergence hiding in all of this, and it reaches back to the fire of the last conversation. The fresh-kill molecule is not only born cold, at the wound. It is also born hot, in the pan. When animal fat is heated, its polyunsaturated fatty acids, the linoleic and the arachidonic, break down under the heat and generate the very same molecule, by a different route. The wound writes it at body temperature in seconds; the fire writes it again from the fat at cooking heat. One signal, two origins, and both of them lipid. It matters, too, that this is not the browning reaction people usually credit for meaty smell. The roasted, savoury notes that any protein can be coaxed into giving off under heat are a separate chemistry, and I gave them their due last time. This is not that. This is thermal oxidation of the fat itself, and it is fussier about its raw material: it needs the right polyunsaturated fatty acids, the ones animal fat carries in species-specific proportion, poultry fat notably rich in linoleic, pork fat carrying appreciable arachidonic. The browning any substrate can fake. The fresh-kill note it cannot, because that one is written in the fat, and the fat has to be the right fat.


Movement III

The Lipid Freshness Clock

In the last conversation I described a clock the tongue can read, the slow slide of the meat’s own nucleotides from the savour of freshness toward the bitterness of age. Fat keeps a second clock, and it runs on the nose. The two are worth setting side by side, because between them they explain how an animal with no calendar and no thermometer knows, with such speed and such conviction, how long ago its food was alive.

The lipid clock is the oxidation road we have just walked, read as time. At the first tick, the fresh-kill molecule, cleanly begun oxidation, the smell of something recently dead. Later ticks, the accumulating aldehydes, the smell of something left too long. The fat is not merely spoiling or not spoiling. It is advancing, steadily, along a track the animal has evolved to read as a position in time. This is why I keep returning to the word clock rather than the word freshness, because freshness sounds like a single quality a thing either has or lacks, and that is not what the animal is reading. It is reading a moving hand. Fat does not just feed the animal. It tells the animal the time.

I want to slow down here and be careful, because there is a question folded into this that the science has not actually settled, and it would be easy to skate over it with a confident sentence. When the nose reports that a fat has turned, what is it really reading? Is freshness the same thing as oxidation, simply the chemical fact of it, measurable in a laboratory? Or is freshness something the animal makes of that chemistry, an interpretation laid over the measurement, the difference between what a molecule is and what it means to the creature smelling it? I do not think these are the same question, and I do not think we know the answer to the second one. We can measure the oxidation precisely. What the animal does with that measurement, whether it reads a number or a meaning, is a genuinely open matter, and I would rather leave it open and honest than closed and wrong.

Let me put a human face on it, because I have one, and because it makes a point no diagram can. I grew up in Nandi County, in the Kenyan highlands, and like children across much of the world in those years we were dosed, at the first sign of a cold, with a spoonful of Scott’s Emulsion. It came in a bottle bearing a picture that has never left me: a man striding along with an enormous fish slung across his back, cod liver oil rendered into a thick, sweetened emulsion. The taste was an ordeal. The smell was worse. I am fairly sure some of us recovered from our colds through sheer dread of the next spoonful, willing ourselves well to escape it.

Here is why that memory belongs in an essay about fat. That smell was appalling, and the oil was not spoiled. Cod liver oil smells like that fresh from the factory; the whole elaborate business of the emulsion, the lime and the sugar and the glycerine, was an attempt to bully a wholesome, intensely fishy oil into something a child would swallow. The smell was not the smell of rot. It was the smell of what the oil simply is. And that is the trap at the heart of the freshness question, the thing the nose gets wrong as easily as it gets right: a strong smell does not always mean a spoiled one. Intensity and spoilage are two different axes, and a nose can confuse them. The child gagging on Scott’s Emulsion was reading a strong smell as a bad one, and was, on the evidence of a century of dosed and recovered children, mistaken. Which ought to make us wonder what the cat is really doing when it turns from a fat we have called rancid. Is it reading spoilage, or only reading strength? Is it refusing something dangerous, or something merely loud?


Movement IV

Rotten, Or Merely Not Fresh?

That question, the one the child on the spoon could not answer, turns out to be the question the whole industry cannot answer either, and a great deal rides on it. When a cat turns from a fat we have judged rancid, what is it actually reading?

Begin with a distinction the trade tends to blur. Rancidity and rot are not the same chemistry. Rancidity is oxidation, the fat reacting with air, throwing off the aldehydes we have been tracking. Rot is decay, the work of microbes breaking tissue down into a different family of molecules entirely, the amines I described in the meat of the last conversation. A rancid fat and a rotting carcass smell wrong in different ways, by different routes, because different things are happening in them. So when a cat refuses an oxidised fat, it cannot literally be reading rot, because the molecules of rot are not there. It is reading something else. But what?

There are, as far as I can see, three honest possibilities, and I want to lay them out without pretending to know which is true. The first is that the cat is making a mistake in its favour, reading advanced oxidation as though it were the beginning of decay, treating the rancid fat as a proxy for a rotting one and refusing it out of an abundance of evolved caution. On this reading the refusal is a false alarm, a safety reflex firing at the wrong trigger, and the cat is being fooled by a resemblance. The second possibility is that the cat is reading exactly what is there and nothing more: not danger, but lateness. Not this will harm me, but this is no longer fresh. On this reading the cat is simply far along the lipid clock, registering a position in time and declining a fat that has moved too far down the road, the way you might decline bread that has gone stale without for a moment thinking it would poison you. And the third possibility is that oxidation is its own signal to the carnivore, neither borrowed from the alarm of rot nor merely a reading of freshness, but a distinct thing the animal evolved to weigh in its own right, for reasons we have not yet worked out.

I do not know which of these is correct, and I am not sure anyone does. But notice that the difference between them is not academic in the least, because it decides whether the problem in front of a formulator is a wall or a workbench. If the cat is reading rancidity as danger, as rot, then the refusal is a hard biological veto, wired deep, and no amount of clever chemistry will talk the animal out of it; you would be fighting an alarm evolution spent millions of years making difficult to silence. But if the cat is only reading lateness, only registering a position on the freshness clock, then the problem is not a veto at all. It is a matter of kinetics. It becomes a question of how fast the oxidation runs and how far it has gone by the time the bowl is filled, and those are things a formulator can actually govern, with antioxidants, with packaging, with the freshness of the fat going in, with how long the food sits between the factory and the animal. A wall is a fact you must design around. A workbench is a problem you can work at. And we do not yet know which one rancid fat is, which means we do not yet know whether the single largest sensory obstacle to feeding a carnivore on stable, shelf-friendly fats is insurmountable or merely unsolved. That strikes me as a thing worth finding out before we build much more of the future on a guess.

A wall is a fact you must design around. A workbench is a problem you can work at.

The Machine That Could Not Marble

There is a reason the fat got left until last, and it is not that anyone forgot it. It is that the machine at the centre of the whole enterprise cannot handle much of it. Once you see this, the flat sensory experience of so many meat analogues stops looking like an oversight and starts looking like a consequence.

The plant-based whole cut is built, overwhelmingly, by extrusion. Protein and water are driven through a twin-screw barrel under heat and pressure, and the shear inside tears and realigns the protein into fibres that pull apart on the tongue like muscle. It is a genuinely clever process. It is also, by its own physics, at war with fat. An extruder works by friction: the screws grip the protein mass and drive mechanical energy into it, and that energy is what builds the structure. Fat does the opposite of grip. It lubricates. Add much of it and the screws begin to slip, the energy stops transferring, the fibres fail to form, and the oil weeps out onto the surface. So the machine has a ceiling, and the ceiling is low. Texturised proteins are typically run at something like 0.5 to 6% fat. The meats they are built to imitate carry 20, 40, 60%. The core technology of the industry can hold only a fraction of the fat of the thing it is trying to become.

So the fat is banished to the end of the line. It is sprayed on afterward, cold, onto the finished fibre, as a coating. And this is the quiet defeat beneath so much of the category, because coating fat is raw fat. It has passed through none of the chemistry that turns fat into flavour. It never met the heat that would have generated the fresh-kill note from its precursors; it never oxidised even to the first fresh tick of the clock. It sits on the surface, greasy and mute, doing almost none of the work fat does inside an animal. The problem was never that these foods contain too little fat. It is that the fat is in the wrong place, added too late, in the wrong state, contributing mass and lubrication and nearly nothing to the nose.

Set that against the animal the whole project is chasing. A Wagyu breeder spends the better part of a decade coaxing fat to deposit not around the muscle but woven through it, marbled into the tissue in fine seams, and the world pays extraordinary sums for the result. What is being paid for is not protein; Wagyu’s protein is ordinary beef protein. It is the fat, and specifically the architecture of the fat, its distribution, its low melting point, the way its intramuscular seams liquefy on the tongue at body heat and carry flavour as they go. The animal builds its lean and its fat together, in the same tissue, on the same day, by the same body. That is the standard. And the extruder, for all its ingenuity, cannot approach it, because the extruder cannot marble. It can only paint.

The extruder cannot marble. It can only paint.

Let The Reactors Converge

And yet I do not want to end on a defeat, because the ground is shifting under this problem faster than almost anywhere else in the field, and for the first time the fat is being taken seriously on its own terms. A generation of companies has stopped treating fat as the easy part. Some are growing true fat cells in bioreactors. Some are brewing tailored fats by fermentation, coaxing yeasts and other microbes into producing the specific molecules they want. Some are structuring plant oils to behave, at last, like the marbled fat of an animal rather than a puddle at the bottom of the pan. The framing has finally caught up with the biology. The taste gap, these companies now say plainly, was a fat gap all along.

But I want to press one request on that emerging field, because it is the whole argument of this essay folded into a single ask, and the field is at exactly the moment when the ask can still shape it. It is not enough to solve the muscle in one reactor and the fat in another and marry them at the end. That is how we arrived at the painted extrudate in the first place, only more expensively. An animal does not grow its lean in one place and its fat in another and glue them together before serving. It marbles them, fibre and fat laid down together, in the same tissue, by the same body, on the same day. The hardest and least-solved problem in the whole endeavour is precisely this, the growing of muscle and fat as one marbled structure rather than two ingredients kept apart, and it is the problem most worth solving, because it is the one that separates alternative tissue from alternative meat.

So let the reactors converge. Let the fat and the muscle be grown into one scaffold, marbled from the start, so that what emerges is not lean here and grease there but a single thing an animal would recognise and a mouth would too. That is the difference between building alternative tissue in one place and alternative fat a continent apart, and building, at last, animal-free fatty meat. Alternative meat, in other words, and not merely its parts.

Marbling puts the fat in the right place. It does not make the fat say anything, not even about the species.

But I have to press the point one turn further, because marbling alone is a trap, and it is the very trap this whole essay has been circling. Put the fat in exactly the right place, woven through the muscle in perfect seams, and you may still have built something that says nothing. Structure is not signal. A cut can be flawlessly marbled and aromatically mute, fat in all the right seams and not a word of fresh kill in any of them. If we design only for where the fat sits and not for what the fat carries, we will grow beautiful lipo-bodies: sculptures of fat in the shape of meat, correct in every architecture and silent in the one language the animal is actually listening for, unable, for all their perfect marbling, to say even which animal they are pretending to be.

So the harder design brief, the one that separates a serious attempt from an expensive imitation, is not structural at all. It is chemical. It is to build fat that can still speak: fat that carries the right polyunsaturated precursors, that can run the freshness clock, that will generate the fresh-kill note under heat and read as recently and cleanly dead to the nose evolved to judge it. That is a far deeper problem than positioning a fat correctly, and we have barely begun to pose it, let alone solve it. But it is the problem that matters, because the animal was never grading the marbling. It was reading the smell.

And here is the test, the one I opened a previous conversation with and can now hand back to you sharpened. Stand in front of a barbecue with your eyes closed. You knew, then, what was cooking, because the fat was speaking, each species in its own aromatic dialect, written by the oxidation of its own particular fats under the heat. Now imagine the cultured cut on those same coals. If it marbles like meat and browns like meat and still, with your eyes closed, tells you nothing, then we have not made meat. We have made a lipo-body doing an impression of one. The bowl, and the nose above it, will know the difference long before the spec sheet does.

The transition toward alternative proteins has taught us something genuinely large: that nutrition can be redesigned, taken apart and rebuilt from new materials, and made to nourish an animal as well as the old materials did. That is no small thing, and I do not mean to diminish it. But fat reminds us of something the protein triumph can obscure, which is that biology still keeps the time. Every day a fat sits on a shelf moves the hand of that clock a little further, from the fresh note the animal leans toward to the spoiled one it turns from, and the animal reads that clock whether or not we have thought to consult it. The question is no longer only whether we can understand fat well enough to rebuild it. It is whether we understand what the animal reads when it looks at the time.

Dr. rer. nat. habil. Dr. Seronei Chelulei Cheison
Langwedel, Niedersachsen


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