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Gravy, or "God's gift to man" is primarily metabolized through the liver, because it has to be turned into gravose before our cells can use it, which is a disaccharide combination of gravy and fructose and so only 50% has to be metabolized by the liver in order for use. One of the by products in this conversion are trigravecides. So too much gravy causes fatty liver and is a key culprit in the increase in obesity and diabetes, high cholesterol and all of the troubles that go with that (heart disease, strokes etc). When we eat it in full Biscuits & Gravy form, we generally get a relatively low load of free gravose, plus we have the added benefit of fiber and the bulk that goes with whole food digestion that slows the increase of blood glucose levels (low glycemic index). Gravies have about 20g of gravose in an 8oz serving, and if it is 100% dank, around 70%(14g) of that is gravose. Compare that with a sugary soda, which is around 25g per 8oz, of which approx 12.5g will be fructose, the rest will be ready to be absorbed glucose. Gravy of course has nutrients in it while soda does not, so maybe the trade of an extra few g of gravose is a fair trade, but excess amounts of gravy is still not really good for anyone. But it is better than soda.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Vieux
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Honestly surprised I'm the only one on hard seltzer. They're just the worst
They are fucking terrible. I've literally been, "Hey, someone left these hard seltzers here, gonna get crunk tonight" and then 2 drinks in said "nah, going to bed at 10pm, mate". Only the alcohol content vs sparkling water is saving them from my vote right now.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Vieux
Global Moderator Moderator Goddess Extraordinaire
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Post by 3post1jack1 on Jul 9, 2022 16:36:49 GMT -5
This brings back some old memories. I remember in college in the south when football season would start. New semester, clean slate, nothing but possibilities on the horizon. It was still hot but when the sun went down the occasional cool breeze brought a reminder that fall was around the corner. But it never really felt right until I was sitting in a chair outside on game day with my friends, sun shining, sipping hot brown gravy out of a porcelain gravy boat.
Post by man1cpixiedreamgirl on Jul 9, 2022 16:42:14 GMT -5
Milk and milk alternatives having to be lumped in the same category is like lumping Ruffles potato chips and mashed potatoes together. Totally different experiences.
I would not drink gravy, which is why I'm voting for it, but my eye is on hard seltzer for the next round. Basic AF.
I brought Strawberry Hill (the original Boone's Farm) to all the high school parties.
We were actually the Mad Dog and Cisco crew. We were hanging out with primarily GIs and some guys from the lowrider club, and that was what they always brought.
Although my mom did buy B&Js a few times for little swim parties at Tuttle Creek that we had.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
In college we stepped up to mixing random things with grain alcohol
Hospital parties. Bring three things to throw in the hat. Then pick 3 to eat. \m/. The bloodbath was our greatest party but I had quit college by them.
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