Food Chemistry: Purines

Round about Christmas time found these totally delish little bites. Bought them as my special treat since I can’t eat anything of the normal Christmas menu.

About halfway theough the twenty or so, eating no more than one or two per day … I’d call them biscuits you might call them cookies … I read the ingredients.

Huh?

First in the list, meaning there’s more of it than anything else, was apricot kernel flour. And I thought that was poisonous?

Diving down that rabbit hole, I discovered that raw apricot kernels are poisonous, containing cyanide; that cyanide is a biologically produced poison, in contrast to—for example—arsenic which is of mineral origin.

Cooking makes apricot kernel flour edible, and it is considered a health food as it has a high protein and needful mineral content.

At the end of January, I decided to get that packet out of the fridge, had been there long enough, how many to go? Four? I ate three. That night had an attack of gout in my left thumb and left big toe.

Gout is caused by the breakdown of purines into uric acid. Purines? Okay, they are important in that ‘cells use them to make the building blocks of DNA and RNA.’ (Courtesy of Google) I had already met excess uric acid once or twice in relation to eating too much red meat.

How could these scrumptious little bikkies be causing me such pain? Er, probably the baking agent? Ammonium hydrogen carbonate. One of my many many allergic reactions is to ammonia.

But, you know, I was still confused. What on earth has uric acid in common with ammonium that could be causing me such pain?

Nitrogen … they both have nitrogen in them.

And to make the whole deal worse (for me) all that happened on the same day that I chewed a single solitary coffee bean, thinking I’d ‘wire’ my brain to prevent the dizzies I’ve been having.

Caffeine is another example of a purine.

Unreal!

Back in the days of high school, I failed chemistry dismally. Give me a go now and I can probably pass.

All of it means, read the ingredients even closer.

Colours/colors …

What do you see?

I see a warm red and a warm green watercolour reaching out for a 50/50 agreement.

I might be wrong though. The red is warm, I have no doubts on that score. But the green?

Apparently if a green leans to its yellow side on the colour wheel it’s classified as warm. And cool if it leans to the blue side.

Light yellowish green has always seemed greener to me, and so cooler. Blueish green on the other hand, felt richer and lush, and so warmer.

I’m about to do that exercise again using Alazarin Crimson, which leans towards its blue neighbour so is classified as cool, and Hooker’s Green wich also leans to the blue side.

And after that, a second trial with the so-called warm versions of red and green. I assume I’ll need to use a scarlet and green made with a warm blue and a warm yellow.

I expect neither of these exercises to resemble the above but we’ll see what we’ll see.

Cat Diary 32

This is the fifth day training with a piece of paper. I don’t know the aim, but I aim to please. More kibbles that way.

I know there’s someting under there …

Ah! Got it. A kibble of course! Yum.

I can’t see it. She’s trying to trick me …

Well, of course I see it now. To see is to eat.

What? Where is it?

Oh! OK! Got it! Oh no, it slipped.

I’m learning ‘under’ …

Cat Diary 31

Training again, I believe. A new thing, and the old woman hopes to tempt me to touch it with a round of kibbles? Huh.

As if that’s going to work. I showed her what I thought by eating the goods and walking away, out of sight out of mind. If only humans were so normal.

But of course she can’t leave well alone. She lay out another round of kibbles and because I was peckish—it is nearly lunchtime—I soon snaffled them up.

And would you believe the old woman put the next round inside the object, whatever you call it? I had a go. She video’d me, 38 seconds worth. Will take you forever to load. Worth it for me. Got most of them out.

Tired then. Time for a nap.

Cat Diary 30

I’ve been in training. The first new habit I’m supposed to pick up is to scratch either one of the three objects she got into the house for that purpose—to be scratched!

I really don’t know why she bothers? I scratch the uprights of the couch and after she told me NO! a few too many times, I graduated onto the vinyl chairs.

Look at me, I’m thinking. This after the old woman said NO! about the couch. I want her to see my expression which says I am not pleased to hear NO! when I’m trying to get her attention.

She didn’t stop and I switched to the vinyl chairs. Too bad the vinyl is so strong I can only make holes. She said a blind woman could read these, and she’d be saying NO! just as many times.

She also said, this is the last straw. Whatever that means. She collected the three things to be scratched and lay them out …

The cardboardy thing is in the middle, it’s useless because I get my claws stuck. The thing with rope around it is just too weird for me. The thing on the left is the board the old woman found on the riverbank after a flood.

That’s the one we settled on for training. She lays it beside her on the couch. The first session she dragged a cord over it and every time I touched the cord, she’d go all gooey, slathering me with praise.

But more importantly she gave me a kibble everytime I touched the cord. After about twenty toes worth of kibbles, she said that’s enough today. We both relaxed then.

The Gisnep Puzzle

Welcome to Gisnep

Unfolds like origami in reverse

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Ironic Sans continues to shine. Every time I solve the daily Gisnep puzzle, I learn of another interesting person by way of a link to Wikipedia, this time the brother of the man who invented the concept–and word–of ROBOT, more than a hundred years ago now. Though the brother himself is the subject …. Lol, just trying not to drop too many clues.

The Gesso Project …

Finally able to do a bit more work on my big painting project. Out on the balcony it’s been either too hot 36 degree Celsius, or too wet, or both.

Today an early thunderstorm and short period of rain cleared the air. Painted the sky, a plain blue. Half of the mountainous mid-ground, a variegated green and brown.

As it’s drying, I notice hundreds of places where the paint hasn’t touched, or the paint is shrinking back. It will need a third coat.

It’s meant to be a backdrop for my brick stories.

Next time …