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:
Examples of butyrate in a Sentence
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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?
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I am off to Montreal on the 7 a.m. bus to go and see the surgeon who repaired my hernia to see if he has any suggestions about what might still be causing me so much discomfort. I am pretending it is of little import, because that is how these things tend to turn out, but he was the fellow who found the hernia and you never know …
Fingers were crossed, but couldn’t type that way so will recross after I say Good Luck, Xty.
hope all went splendidly Xty!
and if you are feeling well enough, i found a costume that i think you should wear on Halloween. you could use the magic wand to make yourself financially whole, as well as your many friends that were also led into insolvency by con men and their supporting whack jobs on the internet!
read all about it here… you will find the lovely photograph at the very end.
http://www.freewebs.com/attunement/FairyLightRayKey.pdf
I moved the fat man, because I think he belonged here, on this interesting Wednesday morning.
And good morning … I have to go outside to look for my magic wand, and then I will be back to tidy up this mess – the word of the day could be slut, written in the dust. Why it was slut you could write in the dust always bothered me: does dust imply loose morals?