Fleta Mcgurn posted:

SpaceGoatFarts posted:

Brown beet sugar best sugar.

Pictured; proper Belgian brown sugar pie AKA best pie

Olive Garden tonight! posted:

Just seems like a pecan pie without the pecans.

Dienes posted:

More like, consider that it is all fructose and glucose, and your body processes it exactly the same whether it is corn syrup, pear juice, or cane sugar. The only people that give a poo poo about HFCS are the ones that don't understand chemistry.

Leviathan Song posted:

That's not actually true HFCS/glucose/fructose/honey are all pretty much the same thing but cane sugar is sucrose which is processed differently by the body. The process of breaking starches and sucrose into monosaccharides trigger different amounts of insulin during digestion from straight monosaccharides. The difference in digestion pathways leads to feeling hungrier quicker and if you eat enough an increased sucebtibility to Type 2 diabetes.

Dienes posted:

I've heard that, too, but there's some research that suggests that isn't the case. Your body breaks sucrose into its component glucose and fructose pretty quickly, and then all fructose and glucose are the same regardless of the source.

Leviathan Song posted:

Here's a good right up of a study with different results for long term consumption:

http://www.princeton.edu/main/news/archive/S26/91/22K07/index.xml?section=topstories

It's not settled science but it's reasonable to avoid overconsumption which even a daily soda probably is.

SpaceGoatFarts posted:

Brown beet sugar best sugar.

Pictured; proper Belgian brown sugar pie AKA best pie

chitoryu12 posted:

I think overconsumption has been the issue with HFCS from the beginning. It gets a bad rap, but its only real contribution to obesity is that corn subsidies made for a very cheap way sweetener and thus foods made with it suddenly became cheap and easily available for everyone. Giving your kid two cans of Coke and a box of Fruit Roll-Ups every day is gonna be bad whether it's made with cane sugar or corn syrup.

That and the increasing ease of life meaning that people are no longer forced to burn a few thousand calories just to do their daily living, and our diet hasn't been changing fast enough to accommodate a more sedentary lifestyle.

AnonSpore posted:

I fell behind on this thread a hundred+ pages ago, have there been any immortal classics I missed

e: I scrolled back just a single page and saw the cyst burger Christ on the cross

RareAcumen posted:

Sakurazuka posted:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKXh917iOd8

UWBW posted:

Holy poo poo I thought this was an artsy picture of burnt pizza for a bit

Efexeye posted:

http://www.goodtoknow.co.uk/recipes/534403/coronation-chicken-and-fresh-coriander-salad-sandwich



ewwwwww

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Pomp posted:

?????? chicken salad is good?????

angerbeet posted:

Here is a good chicken salad recipe: nice leftover roast chicken, red onion, good mayonnaise, crushed walnuts, tarragon, salt + pepper. Mix it up, put on buttered toasted bread, eat.

eleven extra elephants posted:

I dunno. Do you have any distinctly average chicken salad recipes you could post instead?

angerbeet posted:

Here is a good chicken salad recipe: nice leftover roast chicken, red onion, good mayonnaise, crushed walnuts, tarragon, salt + pepper. Mix it up, put on buttered toasted bread, eat.

Fleta Mcgurn posted:

many words.

Fleta Mcgurn posted:

Fleta Mcgurn posted:

I hate chicken salad and I want to eat the gently caress out of this.


I would like to tell you a story of my life. As those of you who have been following these threads for a while may remember- or not, because who the gently caress even am I?- I had a hosed-up upbringing when it came to food. Here is a story from my childhood that I think is very AFP.

Fleta's family is poor and sucks at gardening

My family was poor. It was the kind of poor that comes from years of dropping acid all day and living on air bases in Israel and following Bedouins through Morocco or some poo poo instead of doing things like finishing college and getting a job. I literally do not even know the truth because, as I said, lots of parental drug use. My mom met my dad when her first husband tried to buy my dad's pot farm. My dad was dodging the draft at the time. In Colorado. If this makes no sense to you, I agree. This entire period has never really been explained to me.

Anyways, my parents got married and I randomly showed up when they were in their late thirties. Being legitimate hippie throwbacks, my mom decided that her 1950s immigrant childhood was THE WORST THING EVER when it came to food (she was likely correct.) it should be noticed that my mom smoked for 25 years and was up to 3 packs a day, or so she claims, before she got pregnant with me. Is that even possible?

I didn't have baby food in jars. I had homegrown mashed veggies lovingly donated by various braless Church of All Worlds types, which was probably actually great for me. My babysitter made me a Real Cake with Real Sugar on my second birthday and my mom had to take it away because I, having never tasted sugar before, attacked it with both hands and basically threw myself upon the sticky morass. IT WAS CHOCOLATE.

Anyways, my mom decided to start her own massive garden in the backyard. This was not so great, as while she is generally awesome, she is terrible at things like Reality and Following That poo poo Through.

So, the garden was left to largely shift for itself, since both of my parents worked and I imagine I was a horribly time-consuming child, due to my constant need for attention. Not a lot of time left for gardening.

Oh, but the land was kind. We had all the Brussels sprouts and horseradish you could eat!

Did I mention we were poor? Brussels sprouts. And horseradish. Every night. In...not so many permutations. But they were THERE, man, and they were free, so we ate them. I managed to escape the horseradish, due to being a child, but not the sprouts.

My mother then started her 15-year campaign against ever using oil or salt in her food.

Brussels sprouts are hard to like. Even though I have always liked most vegetables, the daily mound of boiled-to-death little green fartspheres was impossible to conquer. No salt. No butter. I wasn't even given that staff of childhood vegetable hate, the grudging cheese topper, because CHEESE HAS TOO MUCH FAT AND SALT AND YOU CAN ONLY HAVE IT ONCE OR TWICE A WEEK.

EVERY DAY THE SPROUTS.

For over a year.

I was not a very well-behaved child. For one thing, I was extremely beautiful and brilliant and if you were not constantly acknowledging that, I would do my damndest to make you notice. Also, my mom had polluted the world with a second child, and I was NOT having that poo poo. So, as her Sprouts Period waxed, my anger grew. And grew. And grew.

The brother could not be returned to his origin. I asked.

The sprouts, however...

I started hiding the sprouts. In my milk, which I would say I didn't want and secretly pour out later when my mom cruelly stuck it back in the fridge for me to drink on my cereal the next morning (gently caress HEALTHY CEREAL.) Under my plate- I could only get away with one or two, but it mitigated matters. In my pockets, to be chucked into the herb garden later. A few under this or that throw rug. I thought I was sneeeeeaky.

My mother waited, quietly gathering her orbs of pain.

One Saturday, I sat down to a covered plate. So fancy! Like in Bugs Bunny! What was underneath? WAS IT A HAMBURGER? I was so excited. Somehow, I believed that this covered dish meant that I was finally, finally going to get to try a hamburger. Oh, my god, maybe it was even from McDonalds!!!!! I was four. I had never been to McDonalds. My mother hated it, so I knew that it had to be the ultimate in delicious food. I just knew.

The cover was lifted. My mother smirked.

There was a plate of my discarded Brussels sprouts, in various stages of decay. There was lint clinging to them, and they smelled like a combination of old milk and old Brussels sprouts. I've spent a great deal of time in Chinese toilets, and the smell is preferable to the horrors lying in that dish.

I loving cried so hard.

She threatened to make me eat them. I threatened to jump out the window. She said, "You can't jump out the window until you eat ALL OF THESE." I cried more. I kicked the table. She stood there smiling for what seemed like hours. She had eaten literal garbage as a child that her parents had found discarded behind grocery stores; I could well imagine that she'd actually make me take a bite.


Of course, she didn't make me eat them. That would be crazy. She yelled at me for wasting food and told me that, as punishment, I would not be allowed my yearly birthday bowl of Froot Loops. I think I wept myself into a stupor, because I don't remember what happened after I was sent to my room for the evening and I threw myself headfirst into my stuffed animal pile.

I didn't eat another Brussels sprout until I was twenty-eight. She didn't start cooking with salt until three years ago.

ironically, I now hate both chocolate and cake.

Fleta Mcgurn posted:

Pyrotoad posted:

Have a giant vegan egg.

Fleta Mcgurn posted:

Xen Tricks posted:

People have fought and died over the control of salt production, I will never understand how someone could just eschew it entirely.

e: we also now have two threads that could appropriately be subtitled MOM NO

deadly_pudding posted:

It's because most people have a cargo-cult understanding of medicine and diet, so they heard "SALT MAKE HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE" and ran with it.

I'm actually intensely curious about where Fleta Mcgurn got their vital electrolytes from

CommonShore posted:

Have you ever tried to do a low-sodium diet? The number of foods that have basically no salt in them is extremely low. For example, a medium-sized carrot has about 60 mg of salt. Most store-bought bread has a decent amount.

Really, to hit 1mg:2cal is extremely easy, even without any kind of added salt or processed food, and that's more than enough for the vital electrolytes.

If you don't believe me, try to stay under 200 mg of salt/day for a week.

deadly_pudding posted:

Yeah, but just going by the mom nightmare story,


Like, drat. Also, roasting is the superior way to prepare brussels sprouts.

edit: grabbed a less stupid infographic

Pyrotoad posted:

Have a giant vegan egg.

sweeperbravo posted:

That was the most frustrating video i have awtched in a while