Sama Hoole X-berichten
- Onderwerp starter Medusa
- Startdatum
Everyone calling seed oil sceptics a cult is defending a cooking oil that has to be deodorised before anyone will eat it.
You're defending something humans managed two million years without, until a soap company put it in the kitchen in 1911.
Something that can't leave the seed without a petrol solvent, or look like food without bleach.
Something that leaves the refinery carrying trans fat and a carcinogen Europe now caps in baby formula.
Something that has more than doubled in our diet, and more than doubled in our body fat.
Over the same century, the heart attack went from a medical curiosity to the world's biggest killer.
Since 1990 alone, diabetes has quadrupled and obesity has doubled.
And a liver disease nobody had even named in 1980 now turns up in a third of adults.
You're defending the raw material for the body's own cannabis, the munchies chemical, in the middle of an obesity crisis.
A fat that breaks down inside your fat cells into an aldehyde that stops them listening to insulin.
A fat whose breakdown products climb as the liver gets worse.
A fat that goes rancid inside cholesterol particles until the artery wall turns them into plaque.
A fat that stays in your body for two years, so you're still paying for it long after the receipt's gone.
You're defending an oil that lowered cholesterol in trials and saved nobody.
An oil that was given to heart attack survivors in place of animal fat, and killed more of them than leaving them alone did.
An oil whose biggest trial, 9,000 people swapping butter for corn oil, was hidden in a basement for forty years.
And you're doing it all on the word of a heart charity built on the soap company's money.
But sure, we're the cult.
Mike
You're defending something humans managed two million years without, until a soap company put it in the kitchen in 1911.
Something that can't leave the seed without a petrol solvent, or look like food without bleach.
Something that leaves the refinery carrying trans fat and a carcinogen Europe now caps in baby formula.
Something that has more than doubled in our diet, and more than doubled in our body fat.
Over the same century, the heart attack went from a medical curiosity to the world's biggest killer.
Since 1990 alone, diabetes has quadrupled and obesity has doubled.
And a liver disease nobody had even named in 1980 now turns up in a third of adults.
You're defending the raw material for the body's own cannabis, the munchies chemical, in the middle of an obesity crisis.
A fat that breaks down inside your fat cells into an aldehyde that stops them listening to insulin.
A fat whose breakdown products climb as the liver gets worse.
A fat that goes rancid inside cholesterol particles until the artery wall turns them into plaque.
A fat that stays in your body for two years, so you're still paying for it long after the receipt's gone.
You're defending an oil that lowered cholesterol in trials and saved nobody.
An oil that was given to heart attack survivors in place of animal fat, and killed more of them than leaving them alone did.
An oil whose biggest trial, 9,000 people swapping butter for corn oil, was hidden in a basement for forty years.
And you're doing it all on the word of a heart charity built on the soap company's money.
But sure, we're the cult.
Mike
Testosterone is made from cholesterol.
Oestrogen is made from cholesterol.
Progesterone, the hormone that holds a pregnancy, is made from cholesterol.
Cortisol, the hormone that gets you through a crisis, is made from cholesterol.
Vitamin D is made from cholesterol, by sunlight, in your skin.
The bile that digests your fat is made from cholesterol.
Every cell in your body is wrapped in a membrane stiffened with cholesterol.
Every nerve is insulated with myelin packed with cholesterol.
Your brain is 2% of your body weight and holds about a quarter of your cholesterol.
Breast milk is loaded with it, because a baby's brain can't be built without it.
Most infant formula has almost none.
Pregnancy raises it by up to half, because building a human takes a lot of it.
Eat less of it and your liver simply makes more, because the body refuses to run without it.
Then, in the late 1970s, we declared war on it.
Around 8 million people in England now take a pill to lower it.
That pill raises the risk of diabetes by about a tenth.
Sperm counts have more than halved.
Men's testosterone has been sliding about 1% a year, age for age.
Antidepressant prescriptions in England have more than doubled since 2008.
And in people over 70, the lowest cholesterol tracks with dying soonest.
Reports from the front say the war is going well.
Mike
Oestrogen is made from cholesterol.
Progesterone, the hormone that holds a pregnancy, is made from cholesterol.
Cortisol, the hormone that gets you through a crisis, is made from cholesterol.
Vitamin D is made from cholesterol, by sunlight, in your skin.
The bile that digests your fat is made from cholesterol.
Every cell in your body is wrapped in a membrane stiffened with cholesterol.
Every nerve is insulated with myelin packed with cholesterol.
Your brain is 2% of your body weight and holds about a quarter of your cholesterol.
Breast milk is loaded with it, because a baby's brain can't be built without it.
Most infant formula has almost none.
Pregnancy raises it by up to half, because building a human takes a lot of it.
Eat less of it and your liver simply makes more, because the body refuses to run without it.
Then, in the late 1970s, we declared war on it.
Around 8 million people in England now take a pill to lower it.
That pill raises the risk of diabetes by about a tenth.
Sperm counts have more than halved.
Men's testosterone has been sliding about 1% a year, age for age.
Antidepressant prescriptions in England have more than doubled since 2008.
And in people over 70, the lowest cholesterol tracks with dying soonest.
Reports from the front say the war is going well.
Mike
Somewhere in the last fifty years the word extreme moved from the scalpel to the steak.
Normal:
- Removing four fifths of a 13-year-old's stomach, now on the table in American guidelines for severe obesity
- A weekly weight-loss injection for a 12-year-old, approved in America in 2022
- A cholesterol tablet from your forties for the rest of your life
- An acid blocker every morning for a decade
- Insulin before every meal
- Dialysis three times a week for kidneys worn out by diabetes
- More than 185 diabetic amputations a week in the UK
- 17 teaspoons of added sugar a day in the average American
- Cereal, a meal-deal sandwich, a pasta bake and a biscuit
Extreme:
- Steak, eggs and butter
Everything on the first list is paid for, prescribed or recommended.
The one thing on the second list is the one that would have made the first list unnecessary.
Mike
Normal:
- Removing four fifths of a 13-year-old's stomach, now on the table in American guidelines for severe obesity
- A weekly weight-loss injection for a 12-year-old, approved in America in 2022
- A cholesterol tablet from your forties for the rest of your life
- An acid blocker every morning for a decade
- Insulin before every meal
- Dialysis three times a week for kidneys worn out by diabetes
- More than 185 diabetic amputations a week in the UK
- 17 teaspoons of added sugar a day in the average American
- Cereal, a meal-deal sandwich, a pasta bake and a biscuit
Extreme:
- Steak, eggs and butter
Everything on the first list is paid for, prescribed or recommended.
The one thing on the second list is the one that would have made the first list unnecessary.
Mike
1774: they blew tobacco smoke up drowning victims' backsides to revive them, and the kits hung along the Thames like lifebuoys.
1863: they sold cocaine wine as a daily tonic, and a pope pinned a gold medal on it.
1898: they sold heroin as a cough medicine, and spooned it into coughing children.
1918: they sold radium water as a health drink, and the millionaire who drank 1,400 bottles was buried in a lead-lined coffin with most of his jaw gone.
1921: they put lead in petrol, and Britain kept it in the pumps until 2000.
1930s: they X-rayed children's feet in shoe shops, and kids queued to watch their toes wiggle on the screen.
1940s: they rubbed mercury teething powder into babies' gums, and about 1 in 500 of those babies was poisoned.
1946: they sold cigarettes on the line that more doctors smoked their brand, and put a man in a white coat on the advert.
1949: they gave the lobotomy a Nobel Prize, and doctors went in through the eye socket with an ice pick.
1952: they sold a cigarette filter made of asbestos as the greatest health protection in smoking history, and smokers drew it into their lungs with every puff.
1957: they sold thalidomide to pregnant women for morning sickness, and around 10,000 babies were born with missing or shortened limbs.
1960s: they sold margarine as the heart-healthy fat, and spread trans fat on a generation's toast.
1996: they sold OxyContin as barely addictive, and started an overdose epidemic.
1999: they sold Vioxx for sore joints, and pulled it five years later after tens of thousands of heart attacks.
2026: they're selling seed oil as the heart-healthy fat, and it's in almost every packet in your kitchen.
Every one of these came with an expert's blessing and the same total certainty.
The people telling you which fat to fear today sit in the same chairs as the ones who put radium in the water and a doctor on the cigarette packet, and they're every bit as sure.
"The experts recommend it" has the longest body count in medicine.
Mike
1863: they sold cocaine wine as a daily tonic, and a pope pinned a gold medal on it.
1898: they sold heroin as a cough medicine, and spooned it into coughing children.
1918: they sold radium water as a health drink, and the millionaire who drank 1,400 bottles was buried in a lead-lined coffin with most of his jaw gone.
1921: they put lead in petrol, and Britain kept it in the pumps until 2000.
1930s: they X-rayed children's feet in shoe shops, and kids queued to watch their toes wiggle on the screen.
1940s: they rubbed mercury teething powder into babies' gums, and about 1 in 500 of those babies was poisoned.
1946: they sold cigarettes on the line that more doctors smoked their brand, and put a man in a white coat on the advert.
1949: they gave the lobotomy a Nobel Prize, and doctors went in through the eye socket with an ice pick.
1952: they sold a cigarette filter made of asbestos as the greatest health protection in smoking history, and smokers drew it into their lungs with every puff.
1957: they sold thalidomide to pregnant women for morning sickness, and around 10,000 babies were born with missing or shortened limbs.
1960s: they sold margarine as the heart-healthy fat, and spread trans fat on a generation's toast.
1996: they sold OxyContin as barely addictive, and started an overdose epidemic.
1999: they sold Vioxx for sore joints, and pulled it five years later after tens of thousands of heart attacks.
2026: they're selling seed oil as the heart-healthy fat, and it's in almost every packet in your kitchen.
Every one of these came with an expert's blessing and the same total certainty.
The people telling you which fat to fear today sit in the same chairs as the ones who put radium in the water and a doctor on the cigarette packet, and they're every bit as sure.
"The experts recommend it" has the longest body count in medicine.
Mike
quivite
Well-known member
Toch maar even aan grok gevraagd:
**Koolzaadolie (ook wel raapzaadolie of canola-olie genoemd) wordt op industriële schaal gemaakt via een combinatie van mechanisch persen en oplosmiddelextractie, gevolgd door raffinage.** Dit is de standaardmethode in grote fabrieken om een zo hoog mogelijke olieopbrengst te krijgen (tot circa 98-99% van de beschikbare olie in het zaad, dat zelf 38-48% olie bevat).
### 1. Voorbereiding van de zaden
- **Reiniging**: Geoogste koolzaad wordt grondig gereinigd om steentjes, stof, metalen, steeltjes, onkruidzaden en andere onzuiverheden te verwijderen (zeven, magneten, ontsteners).
- **Conditionering / voorverwarmen**: De zaden worden licht verwarmd en het vochtgehalte wordt aangepast (vaak tot circa 6-8%).
- **Schilferen (flaking)**: Door walsen worden de zaden tot dunne vlokken (optimaal circa 0,3-0,4 mm) gemaakt. Dit breekt celwanden open zodat de olie makkelijker vrijkomt.
- **Koken / conditioneren**: De vlokken gaan door stoomverwarmde kookers. Dit verlaagt de viscositeit van de olie, inactiveert enzymen en maakt verdere extractie efficiënter.
### 2. Olie-extractie
- **Voorpersen (mechanisch)**: De gekookte vlokken gaan door schroefpersen (expellers). Hier wordt circa 60-80% van de olie eruit geperst. Er blijft een perskoek over met nog 8-20% restolie.
- **Oplosmiddelextractie**: De perskoek wordt behandeld met een voedselveilig oplosmiddel (meestal n-hexaan). Dit lost de resterende olie op (miscella). Het hexaan wordt daarna door destillatie/verdamping volledig teruggewonnen en hergebruikt. Het restant is ontvet meel (koolzaadschroot) dat als eiwitrijk veevoer wordt gebruikt.
- **Resultaat**: Ruwe (crude) koolzaadolie + meel.
Bij kleinere of niche-productie wordt soms alleen mechanisch (koud of warm) geperst, maar dat levert lagere opbrengsten op. Industriële schaal gebruikt vrijwel altijd de combinatie voorpersen + solventextractie.
### 3. Raffinage van de ruwe olie
De ruwe olie bevat fosfolipiden (gommen), vrije vetzuren, pigmenten, geuren en andere onzuiverheden. Raffinage maakt er eetbare, neutrale, stabiele olie van:
- **Ontgommen (degumming)**: Toevoegen van water en/of zuur (fosfor- of citroenzuur) bij circa 60-80 °C om fosfolipiden te verwijderen (vaak via centrifugeren).
- **Neutralisatie (ontzuren)**: Toevoegen van loog (natriumhydroxide) om vrije vetzuren te binden tot zeep, die wordt afgescheiden.
- **Bleken (ontkleuren)**: Behandeling met bleekaarde (actieve klei) onder vacuüm om kleurstoffen, metalen en oxidatieproducten te verwijderen.
- **Ontgeuren (deodoriseren)**: Behandeling met stoom onder hoog vacuüm bij hoge temperatuur (circa 220-240 °C). Dit verwijdert geur- en smaakstoffen en restanten van vluchtige stoffen.
Soms volgt er nog winterisatie/dewaxing (verwijderen van wassen die bij lage temperatuur troebelheid veroorzaken).
### Eindproduct
De geraffineerde olie wordt gefilterd, opgeslagen en afgevuld. Het is neutraal van smaak, licht van kleur en geschikt voor bakken, frituren en salades. Het bijproduct (meel) gaat naar de veevoederindustrie.
**Koudgeperste koolzaadolie** (vaak van kleinere of ambachtelijke producenten) ondergaat geen of minimale verhitting en geen solventextractie/raffinage. Die behoudt meer smaak en voedingsstoffen, maar heeft een lagere opbrengst en is duurder.
Dit proces is vergelijkbaar voor andere oliehoudende zaden (zoals soja of zonnebloem) en wordt wereldwijd in grote crush-fabrieken toegepast.
Dick
**Koolzaadolie (ook wel raapzaadolie of canola-olie genoemd) wordt op industriële schaal gemaakt via een combinatie van mechanisch persen en oplosmiddelextractie, gevolgd door raffinage.** Dit is de standaardmethode in grote fabrieken om een zo hoog mogelijke olieopbrengst te krijgen (tot circa 98-99% van de beschikbare olie in het zaad, dat zelf 38-48% olie bevat).
### 1. Voorbereiding van de zaden
- **Reiniging**: Geoogste koolzaad wordt grondig gereinigd om steentjes, stof, metalen, steeltjes, onkruidzaden en andere onzuiverheden te verwijderen (zeven, magneten, ontsteners).
- **Conditionering / voorverwarmen**: De zaden worden licht verwarmd en het vochtgehalte wordt aangepast (vaak tot circa 6-8%).
- **Schilferen (flaking)**: Door walsen worden de zaden tot dunne vlokken (optimaal circa 0,3-0,4 mm) gemaakt. Dit breekt celwanden open zodat de olie makkelijker vrijkomt.
- **Koken / conditioneren**: De vlokken gaan door stoomverwarmde kookers. Dit verlaagt de viscositeit van de olie, inactiveert enzymen en maakt verdere extractie efficiënter.
### 2. Olie-extractie
- **Voorpersen (mechanisch)**: De gekookte vlokken gaan door schroefpersen (expellers). Hier wordt circa 60-80% van de olie eruit geperst. Er blijft een perskoek over met nog 8-20% restolie.
- **Oplosmiddelextractie**: De perskoek wordt behandeld met een voedselveilig oplosmiddel (meestal n-hexaan). Dit lost de resterende olie op (miscella). Het hexaan wordt daarna door destillatie/verdamping volledig teruggewonnen en hergebruikt. Het restant is ontvet meel (koolzaadschroot) dat als eiwitrijk veevoer wordt gebruikt.
- **Resultaat**: Ruwe (crude) koolzaadolie + meel.
Bij kleinere of niche-productie wordt soms alleen mechanisch (koud of warm) geperst, maar dat levert lagere opbrengsten op. Industriële schaal gebruikt vrijwel altijd de combinatie voorpersen + solventextractie.
### 3. Raffinage van de ruwe olie
De ruwe olie bevat fosfolipiden (gommen), vrije vetzuren, pigmenten, geuren en andere onzuiverheden. Raffinage maakt er eetbare, neutrale, stabiele olie van:
- **Ontgommen (degumming)**: Toevoegen van water en/of zuur (fosfor- of citroenzuur) bij circa 60-80 °C om fosfolipiden te verwijderen (vaak via centrifugeren).
- **Neutralisatie (ontzuren)**: Toevoegen van loog (natriumhydroxide) om vrije vetzuren te binden tot zeep, die wordt afgescheiden.
- **Bleken (ontkleuren)**: Behandeling met bleekaarde (actieve klei) onder vacuüm om kleurstoffen, metalen en oxidatieproducten te verwijderen.
- **Ontgeuren (deodoriseren)**: Behandeling met stoom onder hoog vacuüm bij hoge temperatuur (circa 220-240 °C). Dit verwijdert geur- en smaakstoffen en restanten van vluchtige stoffen.
Soms volgt er nog winterisatie/dewaxing (verwijderen van wassen die bij lage temperatuur troebelheid veroorzaken).
### Eindproduct
De geraffineerde olie wordt gefilterd, opgeslagen en afgevuld. Het is neutraal van smaak, licht van kleur en geschikt voor bakken, frituren en salades. Het bijproduct (meel) gaat naar de veevoederindustrie.
**Koudgeperste koolzaadolie** (vaak van kleinere of ambachtelijke producenten) ondergaat geen of minimale verhitting en geen solventextractie/raffinage. Die behoudt meer smaak en voedingsstoffen, maar heeft een lagere opbrengst en is duurder.
Dit proces is vergelijkbaar voor andere oliehoudende zaden (zoals soja of zonnebloem) en wordt wereldwijd in grote crush-fabrieken toegepast.
Dick
hilde
Well-known member
smakelijk eten !
Neen, ik weet zelfs niet hoe te roken. Lukt me niet.
Apple is named after a fruitarian diet, and the man who named it spent nine months treating a rare, slow-growing, operable tumour with juice and a vegan diet before he would let a surgeon anywhere near it.
Steve Jobs was 21 and had just come back from an apple orchard on a commune in Oregon when he suggested the name. He was, in his own words, on one of his fruitarian diets, and it sounded fun, spirited and not intimidating.
He took his diets as an article of faith. He was convinced the regime kept him so clean that he could do without the shower and the deodorant, and at Atari his colleagues complained until he was moved to the night shift.
In October 2003 a scan found a tumour on his pancreas. It was a neuroendocrine tumour, the rarer kind, slow-growing and treatable, and his doctors wanted it out.
He refused. For nine months he treated it himself: a strict vegan diet, large quantities of fresh carrot and fruit juice, acupuncture, herbal remedies, bowel cleansing, and the advice of a natural healing clinic that ran on juice fasts. He also consulted a psychic.
"I really didn't want them to open up my body," he told his biographer, "so I tried to see if a few other things would work." Walter Isaacson heard a hint of regret in it.
In July 2004 he went into surgery at last. The surgeons found three spots of cancer on his liver.
He had a liver transplant in Memphis in 2009. The cancer came back. He died on 5 October 2011, aged 56.
In 2013 Ashton Kutcher played him in a film, and prepared for the part by eating the way Jobs had eaten. Two days before shooting started he was in hospital. "I was like doubled over in pain," he said. "My pancreas levels were completely out of whack."
Kutcher wanted to get inside the character.
His pancreas got there first.
Mike
Steve Jobs was 21 and had just come back from an apple orchard on a commune in Oregon when he suggested the name. He was, in his own words, on one of his fruitarian diets, and it sounded fun, spirited and not intimidating.
He took his diets as an article of faith. He was convinced the regime kept him so clean that he could do without the shower and the deodorant, and at Atari his colleagues complained until he was moved to the night shift.
In October 2003 a scan found a tumour on his pancreas. It was a neuroendocrine tumour, the rarer kind, slow-growing and treatable, and his doctors wanted it out.
He refused. For nine months he treated it himself: a strict vegan diet, large quantities of fresh carrot and fruit juice, acupuncture, herbal remedies, bowel cleansing, and the advice of a natural healing clinic that ran on juice fasts. He also consulted a psychic.
"I really didn't want them to open up my body," he told his biographer, "so I tried to see if a few other things would work." Walter Isaacson heard a hint of regret in it.
In July 2004 he went into surgery at last. The surgeons found three spots of cancer on his liver.
He had a liver transplant in Memphis in 2009. The cancer came back. He died on 5 October 2011, aged 56.
In 2013 Ashton Kutcher played him in a film, and prepared for the part by eating the way Jobs had eaten. Two days before shooting started he was in hospital. "I was like doubled over in pain," he said. "My pancreas levels were completely out of whack."
Kutcher wanted to get inside the character.
His pancreas got there first.
Mike
I still drink coffee on carnivore, and anyone hoping for a purist can leave at the first cup.
I do this diet to function, and a tool that has to pass a purity test has stopped being a tool and started being a religion.
Deep in ketosis the brain can run so calm it tips into sleepy, and one small coffee in the morning puts the edge back on.
Caffeine sharpens attention and reaction time, which is why Europe's food regulator lets the claim stand at 75mg, about one espresso.
It also nudges the liver to make more ketones, so the cup works with the diet rather than against it.
I also know what it is. The coffee plant makes caffeine to paralyse and kill the insects that chew its leaves, which makes my morning cup a pesticide I brew on purpose.
It works by blocking adenosine, the molecule that builds up all day to tell you you are tired, so the tiredness is hidden and the bill comes later.
Its half-life is about 5 hours, so a 200mg mug at 8am still leaves 50mg in you at 6pm and 25mg at bedtime, leaning on the brakes of your sleep.
So I take the smallest dose that does the job, as early as I can, and nothing after the morning.
Kept to one cup before ten, it is a pesticide with good manners. After that it is just a pesticide.
Mike
I do this diet to function, and a tool that has to pass a purity test has stopped being a tool and started being a religion.
Deep in ketosis the brain can run so calm it tips into sleepy, and one small coffee in the morning puts the edge back on.
Caffeine sharpens attention and reaction time, which is why Europe's food regulator lets the claim stand at 75mg, about one espresso.
It also nudges the liver to make more ketones, so the cup works with the diet rather than against it.
I also know what it is. The coffee plant makes caffeine to paralyse and kill the insects that chew its leaves, which makes my morning cup a pesticide I brew on purpose.
It works by blocking adenosine, the molecule that builds up all day to tell you you are tired, so the tiredness is hidden and the bill comes later.
Its half-life is about 5 hours, so a 200mg mug at 8am still leaves 50mg in you at 6pm and 25mg at bedtime, leaning on the brakes of your sleep.
So I take the smallest dose that does the job, as early as I can, and nothing after the morning.
Kept to one cup before ten, it is a pesticide with good manners. After that it is just a pesticide.
Mike
Doctor: "Calcium oxalate stone. I'd cut down on red meat. I'll print you a diet sheet."
Patient: "Does meat have oxalate in it?"
Doctor: "No."
Patient: "What does?"
Doctor: "Spinach, rhubarb, almonds, beetroot. Plants, mostly."
Patient: "So why am I cutting the meat?"
Doctor: "Animal protein raises uric acid."
Patient: "Is my stone uric acid?"
Doctor: "No. Oxalate."
Patient: "So the meat's banned for a stone I haven't got."
Doctor: "It's the standard advice."
Patient: "What's on the sheet?"
Doctor: "Plenty of leafy greens. Nuts as a snack. Almond milk if you're cutting dairy."
Patient: "Spinach, almonds, and almond milk. For an oxalate stone."
Doctor: "It's a general healthy eating sheet."
Patient: "It's the stone's shopping list. What stops oxalate reaching the kidney?"
Doctor: "Calcium in the gut. Binds it, and it passes through."
Patient: "Calcium from?"
Doctor: "Dairy."
Patient: "Which the sheet swaps for almond milk."
Doctor: "..."
Patient: "So I'm to eat the three foods that make the stone, drop the one food that catches it, and give up the one food that does neither."
Doctor: "I can print a different sheet."
Patient: "Print one with a steak and a pint of milk on it. I passed a lentil on Tuesday and I'd like to retire from the hobby."
Mike
Patient: "Does meat have oxalate in it?"
Doctor: "No."
Patient: "What does?"
Doctor: "Spinach, rhubarb, almonds, beetroot. Plants, mostly."
Patient: "So why am I cutting the meat?"
Doctor: "Animal protein raises uric acid."
Patient: "Is my stone uric acid?"
Doctor: "No. Oxalate."
Patient: "So the meat's banned for a stone I haven't got."
Doctor: "It's the standard advice."
Patient: "What's on the sheet?"
Doctor: "Plenty of leafy greens. Nuts as a snack. Almond milk if you're cutting dairy."
Patient: "Spinach, almonds, and almond milk. For an oxalate stone."
Doctor: "It's a general healthy eating sheet."
Patient: "It's the stone's shopping list. What stops oxalate reaching the kidney?"
Doctor: "Calcium in the gut. Binds it, and it passes through."
Patient: "Calcium from?"
Doctor: "Dairy."
Patient: "Which the sheet swaps for almond milk."
Doctor: "..."
Patient: "So I'm to eat the three foods that make the stone, drop the one food that catches it, and give up the one food that does neither."
Doctor: "I can print a different sheet."
Patient: "Print one with a steak and a pint of milk on it. I passed a lentil on Tuesday and I'd like to retire from the hobby."
Mike
Things that take longer than a British doctor's entire nutrition training:
- A driving lesson
- A football match, with extra time
- Boiling a Christmas ham
- Waiting in A&E
- Watching one series of Clarkson's Farm
- Reading this list, if you're thorough
Most British doctors qualify with under 2 hours of nutrition teaching across 5 years, and over 90% with under 4.
The American version runs 4 years and about 20 hours, in a country that called 25 the minimum back in 1985 and never got there.
Then they're handed a prescription pad and an exam-passing certainty about fat, cholesterol and the Eatwell Guide.
Only 1 in 4 British doctors trust their own nutrition knowledge, and 3 in 4 rarely give any dietary advice at all.
So when a doctor tells you red meat will kill you, you're not hearing medical training. You're hearing a leaflet.
Every hour you spend reading is an hour more than they ever did. Start with one.
Mike
- A driving lesson
- A football match, with extra time
- Boiling a Christmas ham
- Waiting in A&E
- Watching one series of Clarkson's Farm
- Reading this list, if you're thorough
Most British doctors qualify with under 2 hours of nutrition teaching across 5 years, and over 90% with under 4.
The American version runs 4 years and about 20 hours, in a country that called 25 the minimum back in 1985 and never got there.
Then they're handed a prescription pad and an exam-passing certainty about fat, cholesterol and the Eatwell Guide.
Only 1 in 4 British doctors trust their own nutrition knowledge, and 3 in 4 rarely give any dietary advice at all.
So when a doctor tells you red meat will kill you, you're not hearing medical training. You're hearing a leaflet.
Every hour you spend reading is an hour more than they ever did. Start with one.
Mike
Half the health food aisle is animal feed with a better label.
Kale used to get dairy cows through the winter, now it gets blended into a smoothie.
Oats used to be what England fed its horses, now they're a superfood porridge.
Millet used to go in the budgie's dish, now it's an ancient grain.
Hemp seed used to be bird food, now it's sold as hemp hearts.
Linseed used to be pressed into cake to fatten cattle, now it's flaxseed sprinkled on a yoghurt bowl.
Field peas used to be pig feed, now they're the protein in a plant-based burger.
Alfalfa used to be hay, now it's sprouts in a wellness wrap.
Brewers' spent grain used to go to the dairy herd, now it's sold as upcycled flour.
Bran used to be the horse's mash, now it's a breakfast cereal.
Swede used to be fed to sheep in the field, now it's a heritage root on a tasting menu.
For thousands of years every farmer knew the order: the plants went to the animal, and the animal went to the table.
Somewhere along the way you were sold the animal's dinner and told to be grateful for it.
The cow is eating the same diet as your nutritionist, and only one of them is turning it into steak.
Mike
Kale used to get dairy cows through the winter, now it gets blended into a smoothie.
Oats used to be what England fed its horses, now they're a superfood porridge.
Millet used to go in the budgie's dish, now it's an ancient grain.
Hemp seed used to be bird food, now it's sold as hemp hearts.
Linseed used to be pressed into cake to fatten cattle, now it's flaxseed sprinkled on a yoghurt bowl.
Field peas used to be pig feed, now they're the protein in a plant-based burger.
Alfalfa used to be hay, now it's sprouts in a wellness wrap.
Brewers' spent grain used to go to the dairy herd, now it's sold as upcycled flour.
Bran used to be the horse's mash, now it's a breakfast cereal.
Swede used to be fed to sheep in the field, now it's a heritage root on a tasting menu.
For thousands of years every farmer knew the order: the plants went to the animal, and the animal went to the table.
Somewhere along the way you were sold the animal's dinner and told to be grateful for it.
The cow is eating the same diet as your nutritionist, and only one of them is turning it into steak.
Mike
In the 2025 drought the government asked people to delete their old emails to save water, and that one piece of advice tells you most of what you need to know about the beef water myth.
The reason it gave was data centres. They cool themselves with water, and a big one can get through 1.5 million litres a day, the supply of a small town. That is real water. Pumped, piped, evaporated, gone.
Now take the number you've been hit with for years: a kilo of beef needs 15,000 litres of water. British researchers ran the sum for English beef and got even more, 17,700 litres. Then they said what it was:
- English beef: 84% rain
- English lamb: 97% rain
That is rain falling on a field, drawn up through the grass and breathed back out of the leaf. It happens with a cow on the field or without one. An empty field does not save a drop.
Take the rain out and the beef figure shrinks to a sixth. The lamb figure shrinks to a thirtieth, because a hill sheep drinks from the sky and eats what the sky grew.
Even the cow's own drinking water comes back. A milking cow drinks up to 155 litres on a hot day, turns some of it into milk, and returns most of the rest to the field.
- 1 data centre: 1,500,000 litres a day, into the air
- 1 milking cow: 155 litres a day, back onto the grass
The beef water figure counts the weather. The data centre figure counts the tap.
When the taps actually ran low, nobody in government asked you to give up beef. They asked you to delete your photos.
Mike
The reason it gave was data centres. They cool themselves with water, and a big one can get through 1.5 million litres a day, the supply of a small town. That is real water. Pumped, piped, evaporated, gone.
Now take the number you've been hit with for years: a kilo of beef needs 15,000 litres of water. British researchers ran the sum for English beef and got even more, 17,700 litres. Then they said what it was:
- English beef: 84% rain
- English lamb: 97% rain
That is rain falling on a field, drawn up through the grass and breathed back out of the leaf. It happens with a cow on the field or without one. An empty field does not save a drop.
Take the rain out and the beef figure shrinks to a sixth. The lamb figure shrinks to a thirtieth, because a hill sheep drinks from the sky and eats what the sky grew.
Even the cow's own drinking water comes back. A milking cow drinks up to 155 litres on a hot day, turns some of it into milk, and returns most of the rest to the field.
- 1 data centre: 1,500,000 litres a day, into the air
- 1 milking cow: 155 litres a day, back onto the grass
The beef water figure counts the weather. The data centre figure counts the tap.
When the taps actually ran low, nobody in government asked you to give up beef. They asked you to delete your photos.
Mike
They didn’t suddenly discover that older people have higher blood pressure. They just decided more people needed lifelong medication. 
1960s medical book: healthy blood pressure for a man in his 50s–60s was 115–145 / 65–90.
For someone in their 70s? Up to 120–160.
Today they call anything over 120/80 “high” and start writing scripts.
Same bodies. Same hearts. Different profit margins.
Mike
1960s medical book: healthy blood pressure for a man in his 50s–60s was 115–145 / 65–90.
For someone in their 70s? Up to 120–160.
Today they call anything over 120/80 “high” and start writing scripts.
Same bodies. Same hearts. Different profit margins.
Mike
A steak and kidney pudding is a pound of beef and half a pound of ox kidney sealed inside a crust made of the fat from around the kidney, steamed in a basin under a cloth for five hours, and when the cloth comes off and the knife goes in, the gravy that has made itself inside runs out across the plate and the whole table leans in.
The crust is suet: the hard white fat that sits round a beef kidney, grated into flour with cold water and nothing else, and it is the fat doing the work. In the steam it does not crisp like a pie lid. It goes soft, dense and slippery, soaked with gravy on the inside and like a dumpling on the out, and a wedge of it on the fork with the meat is the dish. Inside, the shin was cut into cubes and tossed in seasoned flour, the kidney into pieces the size of a thumbnail, both raw, packed in with an onion and a splash of water, and the lid pinched over. No stock, no wine, no granules. Five hours of the cheapest, hardest-working cut on the animal cooking in its own blood and juice with the kidney giving it depth, until it cuts with a spoon.
Mrs Beeton printed it in 1861 and put oysters in with the kidney, because oysters were a penny a dozen and a poor man's meat. The French called the English Les Rosbifs, and the English called it John Bull's pudding. Every pub and chop house in the country had the basins in the copper at eleven, lifted out with a hook, turned onto the plate with a wobble, and the first cut sending the steam to the ceiling. In the mill towns it was Saturday dinner. On the Clyde it was Kate and Sidney. Soldiers in two wars wrote home asking for it.
Every part of it is the animal: the fat in the crust, the shin, the kidney, the gravy made from nothing but themselves. The vegetables arrived in a separate dish and nobody fought over them.
The one in the plastic tub, microwaved for four minutes, is lean diced beef, vegetable suet and a starch sauce, and it tastes of the tub. The real one still exists in a few pubs, with the cloth, and when it comes to the table men of seventy go quiet.
Mike
The crust is suet: the hard white fat that sits round a beef kidney, grated into flour with cold water and nothing else, and it is the fat doing the work. In the steam it does not crisp like a pie lid. It goes soft, dense and slippery, soaked with gravy on the inside and like a dumpling on the out, and a wedge of it on the fork with the meat is the dish. Inside, the shin was cut into cubes and tossed in seasoned flour, the kidney into pieces the size of a thumbnail, both raw, packed in with an onion and a splash of water, and the lid pinched over. No stock, no wine, no granules. Five hours of the cheapest, hardest-working cut on the animal cooking in its own blood and juice with the kidney giving it depth, until it cuts with a spoon.
Mrs Beeton printed it in 1861 and put oysters in with the kidney, because oysters were a penny a dozen and a poor man's meat. The French called the English Les Rosbifs, and the English called it John Bull's pudding. Every pub and chop house in the country had the basins in the copper at eleven, lifted out with a hook, turned onto the plate with a wobble, and the first cut sending the steam to the ceiling. In the mill towns it was Saturday dinner. On the Clyde it was Kate and Sidney. Soldiers in two wars wrote home asking for it.
Every part of it is the animal: the fat in the crust, the shin, the kidney, the gravy made from nothing but themselves. The vegetables arrived in a separate dish and nobody fought over them.
The one in the plastic tub, microwaved for four minutes, is lean diced beef, vegetable suet and a starch sauce, and it tastes of the tub. The real one still exists in a few pubs, with the cloth, and when it comes to the table men of seventy go quiet.
Mike
Okinawa and Blue Zone Fraud!
They sold the world a fairy tale: the Okinawans lived past 100 because they barely touched meat and lived on purple sweet potatoes. Netflix posters, books, and diet gurus all pointed to the same numbers—roughly 69% of calories from sweet potatoes, animal foods under 4%, and meat down around 3 grams a day. It was held up as proof that a near-plant diet was the secret to extreme longevity.
The catch is when those numbers were actually collected.
The Battle of Okinawa in 1945 wiped out livestock along with much of the island. Before the war, Okinawa had more than 100,000 pigs. Over 90% of farming households kept them. Pork was a cultural staple—used in daily cooking, festivals, and rituals, with every part of the animal utilized. After the fighting, the pig population collapsed to a few thousand or fewer. Households that once raised pigs were left with almost none.
The surveys that produced the famous “traditional Okinawan diet” numbers were taken around 1949–1950, right in the middle of that scarcity. What the occupation authorities recorded was a temporary post-war diet forced by destroyed herds and disrupted agriculture, not the diet the long-lived cohorts had grown up eating for decades before the war. Those centenarians were born before 1940. Their formative years and much of adult life occurred when pigs were common and pork was a normal part of the food culture.
Once herds recovered, meat intake rose again. Later generations westernized further under U.S. influence. The low-meat snapshot was frozen in time and marketed as ancient wisdom.
Age records were also badly disrupted by the same war—many destroyed, others reconstructed by occupation staff working across language and calendar differences. The clean plant-based longevity story never fully matched the historical record. The data most often cited for the Blue Zone diet in Okinawa were collected after the pigs were gone. That makes the central claim unreliable.
The popular version of the Okinawa story is not a careful reading of the evidence. It is a selective snapshot taken at the worst possible moment, then turned into a global diet prescription.
Mike
They sold the world a fairy tale: the Okinawans lived past 100 because they barely touched meat and lived on purple sweet potatoes. Netflix posters, books, and diet gurus all pointed to the same numbers—roughly 69% of calories from sweet potatoes, animal foods under 4%, and meat down around 3 grams a day. It was held up as proof that a near-plant diet was the secret to extreme longevity.
The catch is when those numbers were actually collected.
The Battle of Okinawa in 1945 wiped out livestock along with much of the island. Before the war, Okinawa had more than 100,000 pigs. Over 90% of farming households kept them. Pork was a cultural staple—used in daily cooking, festivals, and rituals, with every part of the animal utilized. After the fighting, the pig population collapsed to a few thousand or fewer. Households that once raised pigs were left with almost none.
The surveys that produced the famous “traditional Okinawan diet” numbers were taken around 1949–1950, right in the middle of that scarcity. What the occupation authorities recorded was a temporary post-war diet forced by destroyed herds and disrupted agriculture, not the diet the long-lived cohorts had grown up eating for decades before the war. Those centenarians were born before 1940. Their formative years and much of adult life occurred when pigs were common and pork was a normal part of the food culture.
Once herds recovered, meat intake rose again. Later generations westernized further under U.S. influence. The low-meat snapshot was frozen in time and marketed as ancient wisdom.
Age records were also badly disrupted by the same war—many destroyed, others reconstructed by occupation staff working across language and calendar differences. The clean plant-based longevity story never fully matched the historical record. The data most often cited for the Blue Zone diet in Okinawa were collected after the pigs were gone. That makes the central claim unreliable.
The popular version of the Okinawa story is not a careful reading of the evidence. It is a selective snapshot taken at the worst possible moment, then turned into a global diet prescription.
Mike
Medusa
Well-known member
Antivries doodt door binnen in je lichaam om te zetten in oxalaat, en spinazie levert je kant-en-klaar oxalaat.
Ethyleenglycol, het spul in de radiator van je auto, smaakt zoet. Daarom zien dierenartsen zoveel katten en honden die het van een garagevloer hebben opgelikt. Op zichzelf doet het verrassend weinig. De schade begint wanneer de lever aan de slag gaat en het stap voor stap afbreekt tot glycoliJzuur en vervolgens oxaalzuur.
Het oxaalzuur trekt calcium uit het bloed en zet het om in calciumoxalaat, een kristal. De kristallen nestelen zich in de hersenen, het hart en, het ergst van alles, de kleine buisjes van de nier, die ze verstoppen en openscheuren. Oxalaatkristallen in de urine zijn hoe een arts weet dat het antivries was.
- Dodelijke dosis: iets meer dan 1 mL per kilo lichaamsgewicht
- Voor een volwassene van 70 kg: ongeveer 70 mL
- Het klassieke tegengif: alcohol, dat het leverenzym bezet zodat het oxalaat nooit wordt gemaakt
Spinazie, rabarber, bietbladeren, amandelen en zwarte thee slaan de leverstap over. Hun oxalaat arriveert al kant-en-klaar.
In 2014 ging een 56-jarige man in Arkansas naar het ziekenhuis met misselijkheid, zwakte en overal pijn. Zijn nieren zaten verstopt en ontstoken met oxalaat. Er was geen nierziekte in zijn familie en niets mis met zijn darmen. Hij dronk ongeveer 16 koppen ijsthee per dag, wat zijn oxalaat op 3 tot 10 keer zette wat de gemiddelde Amerikaan binnenkrijgt. Zijn artsen schreven over hem in het New England Journal of Medicine, en hij ging aan dialyse, mogelijk voor de rest van zijn leven.
Zelfde kristal, hetzelfde orgaan.
Spoedeisende hulp geeft het antivriesoffer een stevige borrel om te voorkomen dat zijn lever oxalaat maakt. De saladebar serveert het aan iedereen anders voor-gemaakt en noemt het een superfood.
Ethyleenglycol, het spul in de radiator van je auto, smaakt zoet. Daarom zien dierenartsen zoveel katten en honden die het van een garagevloer hebben opgelikt. Op zichzelf doet het verrassend weinig. De schade begint wanneer de lever aan de slag gaat en het stap voor stap afbreekt tot glycoliJzuur en vervolgens oxaalzuur.
Het oxaalzuur trekt calcium uit het bloed en zet het om in calciumoxalaat, een kristal. De kristallen nestelen zich in de hersenen, het hart en, het ergst van alles, de kleine buisjes van de nier, die ze verstoppen en openscheuren. Oxalaatkristallen in de urine zijn hoe een arts weet dat het antivries was.
- Dodelijke dosis: iets meer dan 1 mL per kilo lichaamsgewicht
- Voor een volwassene van 70 kg: ongeveer 70 mL
- Het klassieke tegengif: alcohol, dat het leverenzym bezet zodat het oxalaat nooit wordt gemaakt
Spinazie, rabarber, bietbladeren, amandelen en zwarte thee slaan de leverstap over. Hun oxalaat arriveert al kant-en-klaar.
In 2014 ging een 56-jarige man in Arkansas naar het ziekenhuis met misselijkheid, zwakte en overal pijn. Zijn nieren zaten verstopt en ontstoken met oxalaat. Er was geen nierziekte in zijn familie en niets mis met zijn darmen. Hij dronk ongeveer 16 koppen ijsthee per dag, wat zijn oxalaat op 3 tot 10 keer zette wat de gemiddelde Amerikaan binnenkrijgt. Zijn artsen schreven over hem in het New England Journal of Medicine, en hij ging aan dialyse, mogelijk voor de rest van zijn leven.
Zelfde kristal, hetzelfde orgaan.
Spoedeisende hulp geeft het antivriesoffer een stevige borrel om te voorkomen dat zijn lever oxalaat maakt. De saladebar serveert het aan iedereen anders voor-gemaakt en noemt het een superfood.
The year is 1873. Your wife tires easily and reads too much. The doctor prescribes the rest cure: six weeks flat in bed, no books, no visitors, fed on milk, forbidden to sit up without his permission. The man who devised it is the most famous nerve specialist in America, and the women come out of it quieter, which is taken as the cure.
The year is 1915. The hospital has a new way of delivering your child. Morphine, then scopolamine, and the mother wakes two days later with a baby she cannot remember having. They call it twilight sleep. The women are strapped into padded cots so they do not hurt themselves while they scream, and the straps are the modern part. The babies arrive blue and slow to breathe.
The year is 1945. The truck comes down your street fogging DDT, and the children run behind it in the white cloud because the man on the back says it is harmless. At the beach it is sprayed over the bathers on their towels. It goes on the cattle, over the barn, and across the kitchen table.
The year is 1948. Your son has trouble with his ears. The doctor slides a rod tipped with radium up each nostril and holds it there for the best part of ten minutes, and you bring him back three more times. Hundreds of thousands of American children get the same treatment. The cancers arrive in their fifties.
The year is 1962. The health visitor tells you breastfeeding is old-fashioned and the formula is scientific. By 1972 fewer than one American baby in four is breastfed at all. The formula is skimmed milk and sugar, with the milk fat taken out and vegetable oil put in.
The year is 1971. The family planning clinic fits a small plastic crab called the Dalkon Shield. Its tail is a bundle of fibres that wicks bacteria up into the womb. 2.8 million are fitted in America before it is withdrawn, and the company goes bankrupt under the claims. It had been sold as safe and superior.
The year is 1983. The doctor says your arteries are the butter's fault. The dripping tin goes in the bin, the yolks go to the dog, the margarine goes in the fridge, and you have the heart attack anyway, on skimmed milk, having done everything right.
The year is 2001. Your 15-year-old is low, and the doctor prescribes Paxil, because the trial in the journal says it is effective and well tolerated in adolescents. The raw data, reanalysed 14 years later, shows more suicidal thinking on the drug than on the sugar pill. The company pays $3 billion to settle. Nobody rings the house.
The year is 2009. The government has spent around £500 million stockpiling Tamiflu for the pandemic, on the strength of the manufacturer's trials. When the trials are finally prised loose five years later, the drug shortens flu by about half a day and nothing shows it keeps anyone out of hospital. The stockpile goes out of date in a warehouse.
The year is 2026. The doctor has ten minutes and a screen. The number is high, so the tablet is for life. The weight is high, so the injection is for life. The meat is bad for the planet and the oil is good for the heart, and the person in the chair is as certain as everyone who ever sat in it.
Every one of those was settled, by a committee, in a journal, with a doubter somewhere being laughed at. The rest cure, the straps, the fog, the rod, the formula, the crab, the margarine, the trial, the stockpile. All of it certain, all of it printed, all of it done to somebody who had asked for help.
You were never the one who was wrong. You were the one it was done to, and the only person in the story who did as they were told every single time.
The apology comes a generation late, in a footnote, addressed to nobody.
The next one is being drafted now.
Mike
The year is 1915. The hospital has a new way of delivering your child. Morphine, then scopolamine, and the mother wakes two days later with a baby she cannot remember having. They call it twilight sleep. The women are strapped into padded cots so they do not hurt themselves while they scream, and the straps are the modern part. The babies arrive blue and slow to breathe.
The year is 1945. The truck comes down your street fogging DDT, and the children run behind it in the white cloud because the man on the back says it is harmless. At the beach it is sprayed over the bathers on their towels. It goes on the cattle, over the barn, and across the kitchen table.
The year is 1948. Your son has trouble with his ears. The doctor slides a rod tipped with radium up each nostril and holds it there for the best part of ten minutes, and you bring him back three more times. Hundreds of thousands of American children get the same treatment. The cancers arrive in their fifties.
The year is 1962. The health visitor tells you breastfeeding is old-fashioned and the formula is scientific. By 1972 fewer than one American baby in four is breastfed at all. The formula is skimmed milk and sugar, with the milk fat taken out and vegetable oil put in.
The year is 1971. The family planning clinic fits a small plastic crab called the Dalkon Shield. Its tail is a bundle of fibres that wicks bacteria up into the womb. 2.8 million are fitted in America before it is withdrawn, and the company goes bankrupt under the claims. It had been sold as safe and superior.
The year is 1983. The doctor says your arteries are the butter's fault. The dripping tin goes in the bin, the yolks go to the dog, the margarine goes in the fridge, and you have the heart attack anyway, on skimmed milk, having done everything right.
The year is 2001. Your 15-year-old is low, and the doctor prescribes Paxil, because the trial in the journal says it is effective and well tolerated in adolescents. The raw data, reanalysed 14 years later, shows more suicidal thinking on the drug than on the sugar pill. The company pays $3 billion to settle. Nobody rings the house.
The year is 2009. The government has spent around £500 million stockpiling Tamiflu for the pandemic, on the strength of the manufacturer's trials. When the trials are finally prised loose five years later, the drug shortens flu by about half a day and nothing shows it keeps anyone out of hospital. The stockpile goes out of date in a warehouse.
The year is 2026. The doctor has ten minutes and a screen. The number is high, so the tablet is for life. The weight is high, so the injection is for life. The meat is bad for the planet and the oil is good for the heart, and the person in the chair is as certain as everyone who ever sat in it.
Every one of those was settled, by a committee, in a journal, with a doubter somewhere being laughed at. The rest cure, the straps, the fog, the rod, the formula, the crab, the margarine, the trial, the stockpile. All of it certain, all of it printed, all of it done to somebody who had asked for help.
You were never the one who was wrong. You were the one it was done to, and the only person in the story who did as they were told every single time.
The apology comes a generation late, in a footnote, addressed to nobody.
The next one is being drafted now.
Mike
Forum statistieken
