Step One: Go to the supermarket and buy butter. Wait, but then we might accidentally pick up the dreaded margarine or the tub of "spread" because it looks like butter and it might somehow convince us that it tastes like butter. Margarine and "spread" is NOT real butter, no matter how much you want to argue with me. They're made by hydrogenating polyunsaturated vegetable oils, such as soybean and corn.
You see, polyunsaturated oils are unstable oils and remain liquid at room temperature. If you take a look at coconut oil, it is a solid at room temperature because it is a saturated oil. And yet, in the processed food industry, I ask myself why I see labels featuring hydrogenated coconut oil. Why?! It is already stable at room temperature! It doesn't need any further processing! Yes, I'm looking at you Mentos!
Hydrogenation is when creepy scientists take a genetically Monsanto modified soy or corn or cottonseed oils and add more hydrogen to make it stable, which means solid at room temperature. When you go to the health food store, you will see pure flax seed oil in the fridge? Why? Because it is a polyunsaturated oil and it is not stable even at room temperature! The corn and soy oils are poisonous to eat straight from the supermarket because they're in broad light all day. The solution by the crazy scientists is to hydrogenate the oil to make it stable and won't get rancid easily. But, by doing so, it increases the rate of, let's say, diabetes. Doctors totally want to ignore this, no matter how tough the truth is. Oh yeah, it'll also make you obese just by listening to your doctor.
Talk to your doctor about why you're so fat and can't lose weight. Yes, go ahead, ask. They will never help you! I don't trust doctors anymore, honestly. They're a bunch of quacks who love petroleum.
What is the solution to all this menace? Please, don't rip your precious hair off your head. Make your own butter. Yes, it is possible to make. The entire human race has survived with full fat unpasturized milk, and for some reason, no one has died from heart attacks. Butter is good because it is a natural process nature recognizes; not hydrogenation, which is made by a bunch of scentists doing their sciency things. Since when did scientists determine what we should eat? Just like how they're adding TBHQ and BHT in our foods. Yuck! Sick petroleum. You might as well drink the thing. Go ask a scientist how petroleum tastes like.
Now, here is the beautiful recipe that I myself do. Your best bet is to go to the supermarket and get the ingredients. I get mine raw, unpasturized, and unhomogenized. So far, I didn't have an e. coli poisoning, I didn't suffer major diarrhea, and I didn't vomit. Real milk tastes creamy and sweet. It's delicious! And so is real butter. You can salt it yourself or add garlic. You can do so many! And, you know what is in the butter. No worries of added ingredients that are being kept a secret by the mean food corporations. Let's make butter!
One cup of heavy cream. The heavier, the better.
Salt, optional. Celtic sea salt is best.
Wooden spoon
Large mixing bowl
Step One: Pour heavy cream into bowl.
Step Two: Beat the heavy cream with the spoon. It may take a while. If impatient, use an electric mixer. Warning: It may be very loud and will make your father angry for waking him up while sleeping.
Step Three: Beat, until the mixture separates liquid from solid. At this point, using a wooden spoon is best because the liquid won't splatter everywhere and you get more liquid out.
Step Four: You know when the third step is complete is when the solid naturally forms itself into a ball. It kind of gives you the message that it doesn't owe anything anymore. Ha, ha, ha... By using the sides of the bowl, squish the butter with the wooden spoon until it no longer squirts liquid. Do Not ignore this because the butter will go rancid easily if there is still liquid remaining in.
Step Five: Collect the liquid into the bowl. Congratulations, you have made buttermilk. See, you can make two in one! Now, you can use it to make buttermilk pancakes. Yum!
Step Six: Store the butter into a clean container. Add salt if you would like by adding a dash and mixing it in with a spoon.
Yay! You made butter! It's ultra fresh and tastes way better than supermarket. You will feel one step closer to the earth. Butter is good for you! Of course, don't overdo it, and you will have a beautiful toast to eat. Have fun and make sure to stay away from evil hydrogenated oils!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Please Don't Take Away My Sanity
Chewing gum is something for the life of it, I will NEVER tolerate. One thing is for sure: YOU LOOK LIKE A FREAKIN' COW. I must use capitol letters as this is how I utmost feel. Why must you expose yourself with the most annoying sound? What did I do to you? Do you hate me? WHY???
It all started in the eighth grade. My class was taking a very important history test and I was struggling (I didn't study!). My brain was firing cracker jacks. At that point, anything could annoy and distract me. And, that was when, that boy sitting next to me was slapping his gum. I shuddered. I moaned. I held my hands to my ears. I wish he saw me. I am now ruined.
I cannot walk the streets and hear someone chewing gum loudly. It makes me want to hurt them. Makes me want to punch their mouths and rip their jaws. I want to allow them to feel what I'm feeling deep down inside. When someone chews loudly on the train, I move away. I don't care if they look at me wrong. They're the ones that were rude in the beginning. One time, I had to get off the train because I didn't want that lady to sit next to me with her mouth with that vile product. Of course, she looked at me like I didn't want to sit next to her because she was black. It's always that reason, as they say in their minds. No lady, you were just bothering me with your gum; that's all. I love everyone except for gum.
In high school, it was way worse. I couldn't ask them to close their mouths. They would: a) laugh and continue their slew, b) spit at me, c) smash the gum in my hair, or d) curse me out. I didn't want to go through it, so I buckled up, closed my ears, and "tolerated".
Did you know that chewing gum is made from petroleum. Gasp, very true. It's made from a rubber called butyl rubber, a synthetic rubber. Just when you learned in class that it's made from chicle, well, you're wrong. It's butyl rubber made from fused dinosaur bones, not a tree. Imagine you chewing your despicable gum that's made from the same stuff that makes gasoline. Imagine all the smoke the smoke stacks release into our precious air. Yeah, that's right, you're contributing to global warming. No wonder gum doesn't digest in your system. It's not real!
Please people, for the sake of sanity, close your mouths while chewing gum. It will make everyone happy, including me. You can enjoy your petroleum and I will enjoy my peace of mind. It's really rude to see your mouth wide open; it encourages children to eat with their mouths open. I do not care if it is lemon curd flavored, it's all artificial yuck to me. I will never chew a piece of gum. My dream is to live in Singapore. Gum is illegal. Yes, maybe that's where I will be given my sanity.
It all started in the eighth grade. My class was taking a very important history test and I was struggling (I didn't study!). My brain was firing cracker jacks. At that point, anything could annoy and distract me. And, that was when, that boy sitting next to me was slapping his gum. I shuddered. I moaned. I held my hands to my ears. I wish he saw me. I am now ruined.
I cannot walk the streets and hear someone chewing gum loudly. It makes me want to hurt them. Makes me want to punch their mouths and rip their jaws. I want to allow them to feel what I'm feeling deep down inside. When someone chews loudly on the train, I move away. I don't care if they look at me wrong. They're the ones that were rude in the beginning. One time, I had to get off the train because I didn't want that lady to sit next to me with her mouth with that vile product. Of course, she looked at me like I didn't want to sit next to her because she was black. It's always that reason, as they say in their minds. No lady, you were just bothering me with your gum; that's all. I love everyone except for gum.
In high school, it was way worse. I couldn't ask them to close their mouths. They would: a) laugh and continue their slew, b) spit at me, c) smash the gum in my hair, or d) curse me out. I didn't want to go through it, so I buckled up, closed my ears, and "tolerated".
Did you know that chewing gum is made from petroleum. Gasp, very true. It's made from a rubber called butyl rubber, a synthetic rubber. Just when you learned in class that it's made from chicle, well, you're wrong. It's butyl rubber made from fused dinosaur bones, not a tree. Imagine you chewing your despicable gum that's made from the same stuff that makes gasoline. Imagine all the smoke the smoke stacks release into our precious air. Yeah, that's right, you're contributing to global warming. No wonder gum doesn't digest in your system. It's not real!
Please people, for the sake of sanity, close your mouths while chewing gum. It will make everyone happy, including me. You can enjoy your petroleum and I will enjoy my peace of mind. It's really rude to see your mouth wide open; it encourages children to eat with their mouths open. I do not care if it is lemon curd flavored, it's all artificial yuck to me. I will never chew a piece of gum. My dream is to live in Singapore. Gum is illegal. Yes, maybe that's where I will be given my sanity.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Separating Diversity
Commercials of New York tourism will brag about how diverse this city is. True that, true that. But, what they won't ever say is how divided we are. We hold the title as being the most diverse city, and yet we people of New York City feel forced to be with each other. Racism still lives here. It's a powerful parasite infecting us. What is wrong here? Aren't we supposed to love each other? Well, not here, apparently, there are too many stereotypes going on.
Like, why is Manhattan predominately white? What would happen if I get an apartment in the Upper East Side and I tell my neighbors I used to live in the Bronx? They will probably think I will bring down all the hoodlums of the Bronx and make the area not worth living. I have a friend who lives in Brooklyn. She said there is a neighborhood that doesn't accept any black people to live. It's so wrong. Hey, Brooklyn, what's going on??
And it's not just a black racist thing. Where I live is predominately black. I've been living in my neighborhood for ten plus years. There are still familiar faces that greet me, and yet, sadly, there are faces of whom are young to me, but they give it to me like I stole candy from them. They don't like it when I enter the elevator with them. Some look over me and others who look up and down at me. It's as if I want to ask, "Do I smell funny?" and "Do you like my new sweater? It was on sale at JC Penney." If I were racist, I wouldn't tolerate being in an elevator with them.
It all brings me back to my past when I was in middle and high school. The children never liked me and made excuses about my hair, lies upon lies on favoritism between teacher and I, and spread dirty rumours, such as, my house crawled roaches all over and therefore, labeled me dirty and untouchable. My white skin wasn't acceptable to their ignorant faces. It was mostly girls who disrespected affection with me. They never wanted to sit next to me. Then, after high school, I went to a Bible school of which was predominately white. And, just when I though Christians accept everyone, well, I was wrong. White boys wanted white girls. Hispanic boys wanted white girls. Black boys wanted white girls. Asian boys wanted white girls. Hispanic girl wanted... Hispanic girl wanted... Hispanic girl wanted A boy. No. Not acceptable. I was denied of any relationship based on my ethnicity. I didn't have the ideal features. My hair and eye colors are dark brown. I felt both sides of the see saw. Back at home, I'm white. In Bible school, I'm Hispanic. None wanted those options. What was I left to do? Move on with my life.
New York City is truly a unique city. I can sit next to a millionaire on the train and not even know it. You could be living in an expensive SoHo loft, but through your windows, you will see a homeless man sleeping on your block. We have all colors of social statuses. The phrase keeps reoccurring in my mind: "It doesn't matter what race. We should keep loving each other." Oh yeah, what about starting where you live, prophet holder? I always see white people talking with white people and asians talking with asians, blacks with blacks, blah, blah, (racism) blah. Stop separating yourselves and start moving into areas that aren't your "people" and love. I will believe this city is diverse and love each other's diversity when this happens. Other than that, New York City is another racist city in the United Racist States of Ameracism.
Long live KKK or Black Power?
Like, why is Manhattan predominately white? What would happen if I get an apartment in the Upper East Side and I tell my neighbors I used to live in the Bronx? They will probably think I will bring down all the hoodlums of the Bronx and make the area not worth living. I have a friend who lives in Brooklyn. She said there is a neighborhood that doesn't accept any black people to live. It's so wrong. Hey, Brooklyn, what's going on??
And it's not just a black racist thing. Where I live is predominately black. I've been living in my neighborhood for ten plus years. There are still familiar faces that greet me, and yet, sadly, there are faces of whom are young to me, but they give it to me like I stole candy from them. They don't like it when I enter the elevator with them. Some look over me and others who look up and down at me. It's as if I want to ask, "Do I smell funny?" and "Do you like my new sweater? It was on sale at JC Penney." If I were racist, I wouldn't tolerate being in an elevator with them.
It all brings me back to my past when I was in middle and high school. The children never liked me and made excuses about my hair, lies upon lies on favoritism between teacher and I, and spread dirty rumours, such as, my house crawled roaches all over and therefore, labeled me dirty and untouchable. My white skin wasn't acceptable to their ignorant faces. It was mostly girls who disrespected affection with me. They never wanted to sit next to me. Then, after high school, I went to a Bible school of which was predominately white. And, just when I though Christians accept everyone, well, I was wrong. White boys wanted white girls. Hispanic boys wanted white girls. Black boys wanted white girls. Asian boys wanted white girls. Hispanic girl wanted... Hispanic girl wanted... Hispanic girl wanted A boy. No. Not acceptable. I was denied of any relationship based on my ethnicity. I didn't have the ideal features. My hair and eye colors are dark brown. I felt both sides of the see saw. Back at home, I'm white. In Bible school, I'm Hispanic. None wanted those options. What was I left to do? Move on with my life.
New York City is truly a unique city. I can sit next to a millionaire on the train and not even know it. You could be living in an expensive SoHo loft, but through your windows, you will see a homeless man sleeping on your block. We have all colors of social statuses. The phrase keeps reoccurring in my mind: "It doesn't matter what race. We should keep loving each other." Oh yeah, what about starting where you live, prophet holder? I always see white people talking with white people and asians talking with asians, blacks with blacks, blah, blah, (racism) blah. Stop separating yourselves and start moving into areas that aren't your "people" and love. I will believe this city is diverse and love each other's diversity when this happens. Other than that, New York City is another racist city in the United Racist States of Ameracism.
Long live KKK or Black Power?
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