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Now initially you might think you don't need or even want to know aboutbutyrate (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:
Examples of butyrate in a Sentence
Recent Examples on the WebClear 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. 2017But 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?
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Sailing to Georgian Bay’s North Channel in our 1995 Corsair F-31
To get things started, here’s our route from start to finish, much of the track laid down by the GPS, and some of it added by hand. When you are travelling, places become like characters and so like any good mystery … Continue reading
La vie de l’eau and c’est la vie, Minnicog Queen …
My in-laws purchased the Catalina 22′, which they named the Minnicog Queen* [because the Queen did come to Minnicog, well Penetanguishene which is close enough, and my pop in-law wrote a book called The Queen Comes to Minnicog, and it all … Continue reading
Flora, fauna and me … a photo update from the Bahamas
The Bahamian Mockingbird, which one elusive source introduced by saying that if you thought you had fifteen birds outside your window, you probably had a mocking bird, and they were right: I haven’t identified these yet, but I sure wish I … Continue reading
Another year older … but not just another year …
Happy Birthday to me … That said, what a year it has been. Bought the boat in Cape Cod in January .. Went to California with a dreaming in my heart in February: Still visiting mum in March in Ottawa: … Continue reading
And at the end of the rainbow, a little lighthouse …
Crossing the bridge at Prescott. I may love Americans but I am nervous in America. You really do seem to have a lot of police everywhere. Or maybe I just don’t worry about Canadian police. We are just so less … Continue reading
Photos from afar, and random thoughts …
We are up a mountain, at a campsite frequented by off-roaders, and I must say there is a gathering of good old boys and gals a few campsites away, and they are more American than the apple pie we ate … Continue reading
Sometimes life just calls your bluff …
and I seem to be more excited than horrified! It all comes from being married to an engineer, I suppose. And an engineer who loves to sail and also had a cottage on the Georgian Bay to spend summers at … Continue reading
It was a dark and stormy afternoon …
when the boat set out to the bay and the crew said to the mate, “Mate, I’m really wet and I didn’t eat the doughnuts.” and mushrooms liked it (because they are fungi’s): and were patriotic: and it was occasionally … Continue reading
I thought I was back, but you just can’t get the Go Home out of the Girl
I know my troubles are like a hill of beans compared to many people’s, but I had been somewhat manically determined to get to the cottage and stay there, seule moi, and after my brief hiatus and with the considerable … Continue reading
Please excuse my inexcusable absence, here’s what happened …
First it rained and it rained and it rained. But it is amazing what you can find under 50 years’ worth of detritus. My dad painted the orange painting on the left and the one you can’t see beside it. … Continue reading
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