Now initially you might think you don't need or even want to know about
butyrate (ˈbjuːtɪˌreɪt) noun,
any salt or ester of butyric acid, containing the monovalent group C3H7COO- or ion C3H7COO–, and when you then bumped into this, having first found out it is in butter, you might well panic:
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Clear plastic screwdriver handles are usually made from cellulose acetate butyrate, a material developed in the 1930s.
— Roy Berendsohn, Popular Mechanics, "Why Do My Old Plastic Screwdriver Handles Stink?," 8 Oct. 2017
But then you would realize that lately it has had a great rise in reputation and helps maintain your biodome and aids in the production of key neurotransmitters that help both our gut and our brains to work. Apparently we make it when bacteria in our bellies ferment high fibre carbohydrates, but it is also, and here is the punchline, found in butter! The highest food source for it. I am relieved, and think I will just butter up everything!
At least these verbose scientist think so:
The neuropharmacology of butyrate: The bread and butter of the microbiota-gut-brain axis?
Better late than never!
Good Morning.
Saw this graphic in an article I’m reading, and thought it was cute. Stolen here for posterity. These are expected annual returns after inflation.
Amongst my least favourite aspects of the swamp was the guys who thought hoarding lead was cool. And shooting the four horsemen or their horses ain’t going to help stop Armageddon.
Somehow you put me in mind of this – excuse the loud opening and get to the claymation.
That sounded bossy – let me add an “if you please”
Making a cool t-shirt, but it is in the wash so you will have to wait in breathless anticipation!
The shirt:
Heading up to Lambeau tomorrow for the Packers game. Me and the Mrs. going to do our own mini tailgate. Fry a couple burgers on the coleman camp stove and drink a couple Spaten Optimators. Hope the game goes as well as the thumping the Badgers just put on Nebraska!
i want one of those shirts.
The burgers will taste much better in that setting, although as I recall your Coleman stove doesn’t come with the original hissing and pumping and potential explosions that really add that je ne sais quoi to a meal. All drinks should be optimators – and optimate you. I was optimatized! It sounds like a good thing. And Go Packers Go.
I have now made three shirts, that being the third. I was encouraged to get back at it a) because my sanity is seriously in question and crafts are good for crazy people, we have all seen it in movies; and b) because youngest son still wears first two, even to graphic design college (where he is doing rather well, if not knocking it out of the park) after a year and a half. All different because I am repurposing fabulous old clothing and it depends on the shape of the pieces I get when I take them apart, etc. You would need to let me know your size – they are just made on Costco shirts – here the brand name on them is Kirkland. But that is a suburb of Montreal so I assume it is a local thing, which I mention because of sizing. Hubby is 6′ and 155 and would wear a large with comfort, but a medium when he wears them under a shirt. There are mediums and XL’s in the house at this moment, as well as a large. And you would have to trust me on fabric – I do have some of that left but also other cool ones – and I do not sew well. Learning curve. Oh, and cell phone brand so the secret pocket is the right size, if you use such a device. And the turn around time runs from weeks to years, apparently.
My camp stoves can go either way. I’m bringing the liquid fuel tank, the pumping, etc. Nothing quite like a burger with the added smell of white gas on your hands! je ne sais quoi, indeed.
I’m also bringing the propane tank and adapter, as a fallback in case the old tank gives me any grief. It’s been a bit balky in the cold. I’m sort of a “belt and suspenders” sort of guy. Always with a backup plan.
Game time is late, 3:25 Central. High in Green Bay of 29, dry, maybe windy. It will be dark and colder by the end. We’ve been to worse.
News flash: first snow plow of the season just went up our road. Got a couple inches last night, I guess.
That’s how football is meant to be played, with the players wearing those heated cloaks and steaming. All for a field made muddy by snow. Or is it astroturf that dreaded modern invention for removing all the skin from your body, and making everything fake perfect? And yes to back up parts when camping!
Even if camping in a parking lot.
The back of the shirt:
I just looked it up. Lambeau has some sort of real grass-fake grass hybrid, with the real grass roots intertwined with some fake fibers.
The fake part holds it in place better, but you still have to mow. What will they think of next?
Wow – that is actually a very interesting concept. Terrifying in someways, but sure looks good.
Just reliving a bit of magic from yesterday. A stellar weekend for football in Wisconsin overall, with both Badgers and Packers on a roll.
Just looked at your word of the day, and a big yes to most anything fried in butter. Pan fried lake trout with my eggs and hash browns would be a killer breakfast right now. Always tastes best while sitting looking out over Lake Superior (or the Great Lake of your choice), for some reason.
Hunger makes the best sauce.. I remember eating no-name white kraft dinner lying in our tent just as it began to rain on the banks of the Moon River and it was like ambrosia. Also once boil in the bag cabbage rolls near the end of a different canoe trip that I swear were the best cabbage rolls ever made. Magic Pantry was the brand.
That is a beautiful picture. Georgian Bay doesn’t really have those sharper rocks except way north nearer Manitoulin, but the water looks so the same. Even though you can tell it is way too cold it makes me want to go swimming. Somewhere warmer. Like the Bahamas. It is snowing as I type.
And an excuse to play the best fishing song, in my humble opinion, and it does mention a pan and cooking dem until they are nice and brown:
restless, semi-anxious for no apparent reason…the time change which I can’t stand (it really has me all out of whack, and I usually function in a state of perfection, and it’s goofing with my sleep patterns) so anyway..hi all.
for you. 🙂
Me too! I loathe daylight saving. For one, I always called it Daylight savings when I was a kid like it was a bank account and got lots of teasing for it. I also thought people were accident pro not prone, but it had the same meaning. I have been working on sleeping through the night for literally two years, and was doing much better and now I am up at 3 or 4 or again which is very different from 5 or 6 and I don’t know why it is so brutal. And it all started with changing the clocks I swear. So
is my early morning pal, once again. And Mouse. And tea.
This is a dreadful version of the fishing song, but the pictures are mine own, and those are two of my buddies and me, about ten years ago.
nice work on the vid, xty.
Same problem here. Tend to need to force myself to lay awake in bed until 5:00, so as not to be a complete idiot. The clock change has complicated things. Only made it to 4:50 today.
I think my tea is ready.
A few nights ago I went to bed just a little before 9:00 pm. Asleep in a heartbeat. Deep, deep sleep. Woke and thought it must be at least 3 or 4 in the morning. I figured I had slept straight through for hours and felt pretty rested. I looked at the clock. It was 10:30 pm. 😥
I see a 12 handle on gold this morning. If it sticks, I’ll be calling Provident to unload a couple coins. Have spring semester for two kids in college coming up shortly, plus property taxes, and hadn’t quite yet figured out where all the money was going to come from.
That is my problem now too – I sleep like I am in a coma from about 8 ’till 10. I read that if you cannot sleep you should get up, because you should associate bed with sleeping … but that totally contradicts the goal of being in bed from say 10 till 6, which would seem like a normal thing to do. Or 11 to 7 – imagine! My hubby sleeps like a teenager to this day. I do not resent this … I do not resent this … I do not …
Oh and I just put up a post, while you were commenting. I swear it was an accident but leads me to say that one of my not so paranoid conclusions about tfmr was that Stane would post TF’s shit as soon as I had put up a good morning comment. Happened far to often to be chance that I could end a thread. And I could move it around by hours literally. It was completely obvious at the end when I lost my mind and was a paid nitwit for two months.
12 dollars? See, going to zero! But you made me look.
A new mattress has solved the hip pain that both me and the Mrs. had been struggling with. So, sleep quality is better. And Bucker has not been getting us up in the middle of the night lately, which is awesome. But otherwise, it’s still a struggle to stay in the rack past 4 or 5 in the morning. Then I’m wiped out and back in bed by 9 pm, which just perpetuates this gawdawful cycle. If I stay up later, it doesn’t seem to matter.
Yes, some vindictive psychopaths at tfmr. Did you know that they went and deleted the entire SpeakEasy thread? Every other bit of flotsam and jetsam in the history of that sorry site is still accessible in an archive. Except the Speak. Why?
I’d actually prefer it if they’d delete every forum I ever started, and every comment I ever made anywhere on the site as well. And on blogspot too for good measure.
They deleted the Speak? It was one of the few good moments. There isn’t a bad decision they won’t take.
I am going to move to the new post, just because.