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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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Snice and snain, slice and sheet … [take two]
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A Crossword made from the Words of the Day! I’ll bet you’re as excited as I am …
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May your Christmas be Very Merry
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So I’m a sentimental old fool, bite me …
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Two approaches to life, two very different reaches
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It’s the Bee’s Knees
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Okay, I’ll admit it. Sometimes I find myself pretty funny.
Now I didn’t write the terrible headline, or sub-headline. Not my style, and they did it without warning, speaking of nerve. But when I was cleaning the den yesterday, making room for offspring #1’s return from Newfoundland for my birthday, … Continue reading
A short list of linguistic pet peeves, and then [yada yada yada, ed.]
From my extremely smart but frustrating neighbour’s son: pre-heat: you cannot heat something before you heat it. From my extremely smart and precise son: coin wash: you are not laundering your money. From Flanders and Swann: fork-lift: what do you … Continue reading
What was once a blur has become a blur …
Just recently I was dashing about, hither and yon, mostly yon, and my life was awash with encounters with life and its curiosities and frustrations. Lately, my life has dropped into a fabulous routine, if you have the patience that … Continue reading
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