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Cooking is Chemistry 1: Ingredients are reactants

“Cooking is chemistry” was an offhand comment I heard more than a decade ago. Every year it seems even more true.

If you have taken a class in the subject, hopefully you learned one of the bigger concepts in the field. Iron, Zinc, and Gold have plenty of unique properties, which you should know. But, they’re also all metals, and like many of those, chloride ions hitch rides on them. Elaborate exchanges of ions and electrons, between one set of chemicals, and then another, and then another are something any chemistry professor can easily draw up for your lab work. The basic lesson is this: specific reactants have their particulars, but which one of a class is available will be used in a reaction if the conditions are right.

So, with cooking’s chemical basis in mind, here’s the guiding principle I take away from that: recipes aren’t as absolute as you were likely told. Sometimes you might want the precise flavor or chemistry of a specific ingredient, but often what you need is a general type. When you understand how to move beyond the specifics of a recipe, you can make choices that are better for your checkbook, your health, and your palate, whatever your circumstances and tastes.

Two pernicious ways I see people struggling with this are with unknown compatriots and falsely similar friends. Yesterday, I threw a few things I had on hand into a sauce pan to make a quick vegetable stew, and couldn’t help seeing a useful (and testable!) example of each.

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[LYRICS] (ENG TRANS) Reflection (Rap Monster Solo)

I know
every life’s a movie
we got different stars and stories
we got different nights and mornings
our scenarios ain’t just boring
to me this movie is really fun
I want to shoot well every day
I want to pat myself on the back
I want to pat myself on the back

but hey, sometimes I
really really hate myself
honestly pretty often I
really hate myself
when I really hate myself, I come to Tteukseom
I just stand and with the darkness I’m used to

with the people who are laughing
the beer that makes me laugh
the fear that secretly returns
and grabs my hand
it’s okay, it’s all two-three
I have friends, that’s good

the world is another name for despair
my height is another diameter of the earth
I am my own happiness and anxiety
it repeats every day, the like and dislike towards me
hey, friend who is looking at the river
if we brush each other’s clothes do we have a connection?
no, we might have brushed against each other in a past life
we can’t help it, we don’t know who we bump against

people within the darkness
seem happier than in the day
because they know they have a place to be
only I am walking helplessly
even so, blending in here is more comfortable
Tteukseom swallowed by the night, to me
is like crossing to a wholly different world

I want to be free
I want to be free from freedom
I’m happy now, but I’m also unhappy
so I look at myself
at Tteukseom
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself

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WHAT I THINK OF WHEN I HEAR THE SIGNS’ NAMES

Aries: An earthy ram that picks fights idek why

Taurus: bull with a septum ring

Gemini: two twins that fucking hate each other

Cancer: crying emo

Leo: sassy lion

Virgo: virgin (they’re clearly not)

Libra: balanced monks

Scorpio: scorpion that literally hates everyone but their best friends

Sagittarius: drunk archer

Capricorn: goat fish thing that swims like a mermaid

Aquarius: looks smart and sophisticated on the outside totally high when you know them

Pisces: smart fish that has to wikihow how to be mean

BTS - Reflection (Rap Monster solo)

I know
every life’s a movie
we got different stars and stories
we got different nights and mornings
our scenarios ain’t just boring
to me this movie is really fun
I want to shoot well every day
I want to pat myself on the back
I want to pat myself on the back

but hey, sometimes I
really really hate myself
honestly pretty often I
really hate myself
when I really hate myself, I come to Tteukseom
I just stand and with the darkness I’m used to

with the people who are laughing
the beer that makes me laugh
the fear that secretly returns
and grabs my hand
it’s okay, it’s all two-three
I have friends, that’s good

the world is another name for despair
my height is another diameter of the earth
I am my own happiness and anxiety
it repeats every day, the like and dislike towards me
hey, friend who is looking at the river
if we brush each other’s clothes do we have a connection?
no, we might have brushed against each other in a past life
we can’t help it, we don’t know who we bump against

people within the darkness
seem happier than in the day
because they know they have a place to be
only I am walking helplessly
even so, blending in here is more comfortable
Tteukseom swallowed by the night, to me
is like crossing to a wholly different world

I want to be free
I want to be free from freedom
I’m happy now, but I’m also unhappy
so I look at myself
at Tteukseom
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself
I wish I could love myself

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