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@SamaHoole Yes to butter, though I fry and roast in Lard or dripping.

Butter improves everything it touches. Swap the seed oil in your frying pan for butter and the eggs become a different food. Swap the margarine on your toast for butter and the toast becomes a meal. Swap the vegetable oil in your roasting tin for butter and the potatoes acquire a crust that has previously only been described in religious texts. Swap the spread on your sandwich for butter and the sandwich stops being sad. Swap the oil in your pasta water for a knob of butter at the end and the pasta tastes of something for the first time in your adult life. Swap the cream in your scrambled eggs for butter and the eggs go silken. Swap the mayonnaise on your steak sandwich for butter and the steak sandwich becomes the only sandwich that matters. Swap the olive oil on your roasted vegetables for butter and discover that vegetables were waiting for this their whole lives. Swap the lubricant on your bicycle chain for butter and the bicycle still works, briefly, and smells faintly of breakfast. Swap the moisturiser on your hands for butter and your hands are softer, although your colleagues will have questions. Swap the petroleum jelly on a stuck zip for butter and the zip moves. Swap the WD-40 on a squeaky hinge for butter and the hinge goes quiet for approximately a fortnight. Swap the polish on your leather boots for butter and the boots are conditioned, fed, and faintly delicious. Swap the wax on your surfboard for butter and you will fall off, but you will fall off into a sea that briefly tastes of a French bistro. Swap the candle in your candelabra for a stick of butter with a wick pushed through it, which is, incidentally, what the Tibetan monasteries have been doing for a thousand years, and discover that yak butter lamps are not a metaphor, they are an HVAC solution. Swap the diplomatic gift you were planning to bring to a foreign head of state for a wheel of properly aged farmhouse butter and watch the negotiations soften considerably. Swap your morning coffee creamer for a tablespoon of butter blended into black coffee and notice that you do not become hungry until 2pm. Swap your protein shake post-workout for a ribeye cooked in butter and notice that your recovery improves and your kitchen smells better. Swap your evening glass of wine for a small dish of cultured butter and a spoon, and accept that you have crossed a threshold most people will not cross, but the people on the other side of it look extremely well. Butter has long since stopped being a fat. It is now a strategy.

@JDEadonWriter @Thislilbirdies1 looking left to right picture 3 and picture 12 the fingers have moved

@Thislilbirdies1 Yes, Meghan's doll never moved. Any parent knows how much babes shuffle about. I mean, a lot! Meghan Markle 🐍 is insane. Pscho. 💥💥💥 #SussexBabyScam #MeghanMarkleIsaGrifter

Rubber baby day. #Meghanmarkle Not once did it move or flinch. Not once did she feed it or change it. Prince George looked dismayed, Princess Catherine stayed back. Onlookers gasped with their hands on their mouths in shock.

@HandyGingerGal All of my secret recipes are frozen puff pastry or Betty Crocker box mix plus an extra egg

I will never understand people who guard their recipes like they're state secrets. My husband's grandmother notoriously refused to reveal her secrets, and despite how beloved her meals were to her family, they died with her because she never passed them down.

@TateTheTalisman Prize, not price.

IQ test. Type the exact opposite of this tweet as a tweet below this tweet. Price for the winner.

@Canellelabelle Why are there so many blabbermouths who can't resist revealing matters which should remain private.

Apparently the Wales are not just looking for a secondary school for Prince George, but they are also looking at schools for Princess Charlotte as well🔥     It was reported in the Sun earlier this week that last friday may 1, Prince William and Catherine were seen touring Oundle School, in Northamptonshire, England, as a potential secondary school for Prince George. However, Oundle residents actually confirm that the Wales were touring the boarding school with Princess Charlotte on May 1. “It was actually Charlotte that they are looking to enroll here,” says an Oundle resident. “They visited the headmaster’s home next door to me."👌🏽    The source adds that Prince William, Catherine, and Princess Charlotte were seen touring the school and having lunch at Dryden House, a girl’s boarding house at the school for ages 13 through 18”😍     I love that they are exploring many options as alternative for their children so that each has their experience instead of following a linear pattern for all. Parenting done right😚

@ronnieandreggie @SamaHoole The guy has cracking content, so I dont care how the information is manifested from the universe and presented to us for our education and entertainment.

@SamaHoole Feels written by AI. Not saying it's boring but it has the hallmarks. Asked AI: Short answer: moderate to high probability it was written by AI, ~60–75%.

In 1837, the Shah of Persia gave Queen Victoria a small herd of Kashmir goats as a coronation gift. She kept them at Windsor for a while, then, for reasons lost to history, sent some of them to live on the Great Orme, a limestone headland sticking out of the North Wales coast like a thumb pointing at Ireland. That was 189 years ago. The goats are still there. Nobody fed them. Nobody bred them. Nobody asked them to stay. They simply did, because the Great Orme is windswept, salt-blasted, vertical in places, and entirely covered in the kind of scrub that goats consider an invitation rather than an obstacle. There are now around two hundred of them. Pure white, slightly mad-looking, technically still the property of the Crown, which has shown no particular interest in collecting. During the 2020 lockdown, when the streets of Llandudno emptied, the goats came down off the headland and took the town. They wandered the high street. They ate the hedges of the Premier Inn. They blocked traffic on Mostyn Street and looked at drivers with the calm assurance of animals whose ancestors used to graze with the legions of Cyrus the Great. A photograph of one of them standing outside a closed pharmacy went around the world. The goats did not pose for it. The goats were checking whether the pharmacy had hedges. It did not. The goats moved on. The Royal Welsh Fusiliers' regimental mascot is still drawn from this herd. The Crown Prince of Britain is, technically, the goats' landlord. The goats have not been informed. The goats are on the Great Orme. They will outlast the Premier Inn. They will outlast most of us. They are not asking for anything. They never were.

@benonwine Not going to Bournemouth ever again.

This is Bournemouth beach… Be honest what’s your first reaction?

@SabirahLohn Glamorous, majestic, sophisticated and not vulgar. That's a lot of bling, but she's carried it off, pearls would've looked good too.

I like Venus, but I must say I’m underwhelmed with this. From WWD magazine.

@paulamatanovich @serenawilliams A giant babybel cheese that got peeled

Where is your BLACK hair afro @serenawilliams ? What a disgusting dress

@MikeBales haha

Mike got invited to an event at 10pm on Tuesday. Mike is 57 years old. Is Mike going?

@luxemiaa When my husband was courting me he wined, dined and showered me in lovely things. Married 30 years I've never had to ask for anything. I would never dream of squandering his hard earned cash, equally he would give me his last penny with his dying breath.

I went out with this guy who asked me to get drinks, and I told him upfront I don’t drink but I’d still meet him at the restaurant. He said that was fine, so I showed up thinking it would just be a chill vibe. I ordered a mocktail and some guacamole, nothing crazy, just something small to snack on while we talked. He looked at the order and immediately said, “I didn’t mean apps too. I just meant drinks.” I just sat there for a second, processing what he actually said to me. It wasn’t even about the food. It was the way he said it, like I had overstepped or done something wrong by ordering something basic. I didn’t argue or try to explain myself. I just called the server back, canceled my order, grabbed my bag, and left. I’m not about to sit across from someone who’s already counting what I can and can’t have like that. The whole thing lasted maybe ten minutes.

@malvachat @luxemiaa Married 30 years and I've never had to ask once. I would never dream of squandering my husband's hard earned cash but equally he would give me his last penny with his dying breath.

@luxemiaa I bet he’s happier than you. Cheeky cow. Ordering stuff when someone else is paying. I wouldn’t have said one word. I would have paid for my drink and left. Another entitled woman. Even now, after 32 years, my wife would never order without asking. It’s basic manners.

@SamaHoole I've been doing family geneology for years and a lot of my ancestors were dying from workplace accidents and environmental issues too

"Life expectancy has doubled since 1900, so clearly modern food is working." Yes. Brilliant point. Absolutely watertight. Tell me, when you picture a Victorian dying at thirty-eight, what do you think killed him? Was it the butter on his bread? Was it the lard in the pan? Was it the grass-fed mutton? The eggs from the yard? The unpasteurised milk straight from the cow he could see from the kitchen window? Or was it cholera, tuberculosis, dysentery, smallpox, sepsis from a splinter, childbirth in a room with no soap, a boiler explosion, a coal mine, a war, a workhouse, and the entirely reasonable medical practice of being bled by a man with a leech? We did not extend life expectancy by replacing his lard with sunflower oil. We extended it by inventing the toilet, the antibiotic, and the idea that surgeons might wash their hands occasionally. The margarine is doing nothing. The margarine is, if anything, slightly working against the project. The plumbing did the heavy lifting. Give the plumber a statue.

@JeanHatchet Some people suffer from excessive sweating, I forget the medical name.

No The Instagram People. No. What in the name of the Elephant Man is going on here then?

@Cherinfoshare @authenticWMN I actually think they should have kept the marriage age from 16 with permission, because now you can have sex at 16, fall pregnant and can't legitimize the birth because you can't get married.

@authenticWMN Well the law has changed recently for marriage England n Wales up to 18 now , so why not sex to ??

Watching the Piers Morgan / Russell Brand interview On the age of consent, and the line between criminal behaviour and mere ‘exploitation’. I think the age of consent at 16 is fine. Kids are going to explore anyway, and should be able to do so legally and with appropriate access to protection. But I do think we need a law that protects under 18’s from sexual exploitation. A 16 year old fangirling over an intoxicated celebrity old enough to be her father, is not the same - morally speaking - as having a first boyfriend and learning about adult relationships at a natural pace. The grown adults should realise that. I think it should be illegal for someone over 18 to be sexually active with anyone under 18.

@SamaHoole Chicken liver risotto is super cheap and tastes incredible

Liver and onions was on the kitchen table of roughly every British household in the country, at least once a fortnight, from approximately 1850 to approximately 1985. A Tuesday meal. Whatever day the butcher had lamb's liver in, or pig's liver if you were further down the week, or ox liver if the household was stretching the budget. Your mother bought it that afternoon. Still warm, or nearly. Deep burgundy, slick and glossy on the butcher's paper. Half a pound. Tuppence. Change from a shilling. She sliced it quarter of an inch thick, dusted it in seasoned flour, and laid it in a pan where a pound of onions had been going soft in bacon fat for twenty minutes. Two minutes one side. Two minutes the other. The middle still faintly pink. Overcooked liver was a mortal sin in a British kitchen, spoken of by grandmothers with genuine sadness, the way a priest might discuss a lapsed parishioner. Pan juices deglazed with water and Worcestershire, poured over. Mashed potato. A pile of cabbage. A rasher of bacon laid across the top if it was a good week. The whole thing cost, in 1962, approximately 8p per serving. It delivered, in a single plate, the highest concentration of bioavailable vitamin A in any food on earth, more B12 than any supplement will ever contain, haem iron at absorption rates a plant source cannot match, copper, zinc, choline, folate, and selenium. Nobody called it a superfood. Nobody called anything a superfood. It was called Tuesday. Then, between 1985 and 2005, liver quietly disappeared. Mothers stopped buying it. The butcher stopped ordering it. The supermarket stopped stocking it. By 2010, most British adults under thirty had never knowingly eaten it. The word now carries a faint cultural embarrassment. A food your nan ate. Something to move past. Meanwhile, 20% of British women of childbearing age are anaemic. The NHS prescribes them ferrous sulphate tablets that cause nausea and take six months to address a deficiency one plate of liver a fortnight would correct in weeks. The women taking the tablets are, in many cases, the granddaughters of the women who ate the liver. The deficiency is cultural amnesia with a prescription attached. Your butcher still has lamb's liver in the counter. Ask him. He will be delighted. He might throw in the kidneys. Flour. Bacon fat. Onions. Four minutes total. Worcestershire. Mashed potato underneath. The grandmother is gone, but the dish remembers her, and so do you, whether you knew her or not. Eat it. Pass it on.

@watilo @united You are right to be disappointed in their lack of service, they are not doing the job they are paid to do.

it blows my mind how inhospitable some flight attendants can be. I'm in the last row on the aisle on a @united flight. pre-takeoff, the two FAs behind me are standing around talking about vacations, etc - just killing time. I had an empty cup with ice, so I turned to see if I could get one of them to throw it away so I didn't have to hold onto it through takeoff. this female flight attendant turns to me with an inauthentic/condescending smile and puts her hand up to indicate "wait"... for several seconds. the other FA instantly turns, sees me with the cup, and immediately reaches over to take it and throw it away. she was also talking about how she's been flying for 20-something years. I'm sure you're getting jaded with the job but man, what happened to just being a nice person, especially when you're on the job and taking care of passengers is part of the job description?

@TheGriftReport The stigma surrounding the condition was unbearable, he wasn't dragged up and I wasn't feckless, people thought they could do a better job or knock him into shape.

@TheGriftReport he overcame the odds to he a successful adult and have a glittering career I couldn't be more proud of him

Zoe Ball reveals her 16-year-old daughter Nelly has been diagnosed with ADHD. It makes her the third member of the family to receive the diagnosis after Zoe herself and son Woody, 25. Zoe, 55, said Nelly is now on medication which helps her at school and has started a new Sunday night routine to tidy her room and prepare for the week. She shares both children with ex-husband Norman Cook (Fatboy Slim). A major new review has warned that youngsters are now being incentivised to seek ADHD and autism diagnoses, with behaviours once seen as normal increasingly medicalised because support is tied tightly to labels.