Good food advice
- Thread starter Diogenes
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You can thrive on a plant-based diet. I have been on one for years. I just refuse to do the chewing myself.
The cow takes grass that would kill me and hands back butter, cream and a ribeye. Four stomachs. None of them mine.
The sheep takes heather off a hillside nothing else will touch and hands back lamb, mutton and tallow.
The goat takes the scrub, the bramble and the bark every other animal walks past, and hands back milk and cheese.
The pig takes the whey, the windfalls and the acorns off the floor, and hands back bacon, lard and crackling.
The hen takes grubs and leftovers and lays a multivitamin in a shell every morning. Choline, retinol, B12, selenium, iodine and the fat that carries the lot into you.
The sardine takes plankton no human could ever catch and hands back the omega-3 already assembled.
Six species. Six sets of equipment I do not have and could not run.
The rumen hydrogenates the polyunsaturated fat before it ever reaches the milk, which is why butterfat comes out at two per cent linoleic acid whatever the field was growing.
The oxalate, the phytate and the lectins stop dead at the animal. None of it reaches you.
Bacteria build the B12 and the liver banks it, because no plant on earth makes a molecule of it.
Iron goes into the soil as rust and comes back wrapped in heme, absorbed at fifteen to thirty-five per cent instead of two.
Grass into steak. Scrub into cheese. Acorns into bacon. Plankton into brain fat.
Every one of those animals is standing on land that grows nothing a human being can eat, converting it, for free, on a system that reproduces itself and manures the field on the way past.
That is how you go plant-based if you have any sense. You do not stand in a field chewing for six hours like a chimp.
You send in something with four stomachs and collect at the gate.
No leftist can comprehend this.
Good. Because they are weak, they will be easy for the criminals they coddle to kill.
The cow takes grass that would kill me and hands back butter, cream and a ribeye. Four stomachs. None of them mine.
The sheep takes heather off a hillside nothing else will touch and hands back lamb, mutton and tallow.
The goat takes the scrub, the bramble and the bark every other animal walks past, and hands back milk and cheese.
The pig takes the whey, the windfalls and the acorns off the floor, and hands back bacon, lard and crackling.
The hen takes grubs and leftovers and lays a multivitamin in a shell every morning. Choline, retinol, B12, selenium, iodine and the fat that carries the lot into you.
The sardine takes plankton no human could ever catch and hands back the omega-3 already assembled.
Six species. Six sets of equipment I do not have and could not run.
The rumen hydrogenates the polyunsaturated fat before it ever reaches the milk, which is why butterfat comes out at two per cent linoleic acid whatever the field was growing.
The oxalate, the phytate and the lectins stop dead at the animal. None of it reaches you.
Bacteria build the B12 and the liver banks it, because no plant on earth makes a molecule of it.
Iron goes into the soil as rust and comes back wrapped in heme, absorbed at fifteen to thirty-five per cent instead of two.
Grass into steak. Scrub into cheese. Acorns into bacon. Plankton into brain fat.
Every one of those animals is standing on land that grows nothing a human being can eat, converting it, for free, on a system that reproduces itself and manures the field on the way past.
That is how you go plant-based if you have any sense. You do not stand in a field chewing for six hours like a chimp.
You send in something with four stomachs and collect at the gate.
No leftist can comprehend this.
Good. Because they are weak, they will be easy for the criminals they coddle to kill.