#adulteration of milk

[chadhasales1]

Milk Adulteration Testing Kit: Ensuring Purity and Safety

Milk is a staple food consumed worldwide, but adulteration remains a major concern. Unscrupulous vendors often mix water, starch, urea, detergents, or synthetic milk to increase volume and profits. Consuming adulterated milk can lead to severe health issues, including digestive problems, kidney damage, and even cancer.

A milk adulteration testing kit is a simple, cost-effective solution to detect common adulterants at home or in small-scale dairy businesses. These kits help ensure milk quality and safety.

Common Milk Adulterants and Their Detection

Here are some typical adulterants found in milk and how a testing kit can identify them:

1. Water

Test Method: The lactometer test measures milk density. Pure milk has a specific density (1.026–1.032 g/mL). If diluted with water, the lactometer reading drops.

Kit Contains: Lactometer, measuring cylinder.

2. Starch (Used to Thicken Diluted Milk)

Test Method: Add iodine solution to a milk sample. If starch is present, the milk turns blue-black.

Kit Contains: Iodine solution, dropper.

3. Urea (Used to Increase Nitrogen Content, Falsely Boosting Protein Levels)

Test Method: Mix milk with urease and indicator solution. A color change (yellow to pink) indicates urea presence.

Kit Contains: Urease powder, indicator solution.

4. Detergents (Added to Enhance Foaming)

Test Method: Shake the milk sample. If excessive foam forms and persists, detergents may be present.

Alternative Test: Add bromocresol purple solution—a color change confirms detergent.

Kit Contains: Bromocresol purple solution.

5. Synthetic Milk (Made from Chemicals Like Urea, Detergents, and Vegetable Oil)

Test Method: Rub a drop of milk between fingers—synthetic milk feels soapy.

Chemical Test: Add concentrated sulfuric acid—synthetic milk turns brown.

Kit Contains: Sulfuric acid (in safe, diluted form).

Benefits of Using a Milk Adulteration Testing Kit

✔ Quick & Easy: Simple tests give results in minutes. ✔ Cost-Effective: Affordable compared to lab testing. ✔ Portable: Can be used at home, dairy farms, or markets. ✔ Health Protection: Prevents consumption of harmful substances.

Where to Buy?

Milk adulteration testing kits are available:

Online (Amazon, Flipkart, specialized lab suppliers)

Local medical/dairy supply stores

Government-approved health departments

Conclusion

With rising food fraud, a milk adulteration testing kit is a must-have for health-conscious consumers and dairy businesses. Regular testing ensures that the milk you consume is pure, safe, and free from harmful chemicals.

Stay Alert, Test Your Milk! 🥛✅

[indianfasttrack]

Mumbai: अब मिलावट खोरों की खैर नहीं। छापामारी के लिए बनेगा निजी फ्लाइंग स्क्वाड

जल्द ही मुख्यमंत्री देवेंद्र फडणवीस से मुलाकात करेंगे अन्न एवं औषधि प्रशासन मंत्री नरहरि जिरवाल एफडीए छापेमारी लीक होने से बचने के लिए मंत्री नरहरि जिरवाल बनाएंगे निजी फ्लाइंग स्क्वाड राज्य में सलोखा योजना 2027 तक रहेगी लागू राज्य में फ्रैंकिंग के लिए सेवा शुल्क 5 रुपए बढ़ा Mumbai News Now there will be no mercy for adulterators. A private flying squad will be formed for raids मंत्रालय…

[ladyantiheroine]

The Gregory Maguire book goes into a lot more detail about Elphaba’s parents and childhood, but the musical also has a lot of dark implications about the Thropp family.

Elphaba's father blames her for Nessarose's disability, even though he was the one who forced his wife to chew milk flowers because he desperately wanted his next child to "look normal," resulting in her death. And in the years since, he openly disdains Elphaba and makes it clear which daughter he prefers.

This makes me think about Elphaba's mother (named Melena in the book) and her adulterous affair with the Wizard when she conceived Elphaba. The musical (and even kind of the book) frames her as a bit floosey for this.* But seeing how cruel and abusive Governor Thropp is, I can kind of sympathize with why Melena would seek love somewhere else. (I'm not condoning adultery, I'm just saying I think her situation was a bit more nuanced than just "slut wife cheats on her loving husband.")

It also makes me think of how this abuse shaped Elphaba and Nessarose. Elphaba is ostracized everywhere, and can't even rely on her own family for support and reassurance.

But then there's Nessarose, who grew up to be as cruel as her father, even inheriting his role as governor. This could partially be because she was their father's favorite. She didn't receive the worst of his cruelty like Elphaba or her mom did. And so, the sister that Elphaba tried so hard to protect ended up becoming more like the father who resented her.

Obviously there were more events and people that influenced the Thropp sisters besides their father, but it's clear he helped get the ball rolling, and the sisters took such drastically different and tragic paths as a result.

*I say this aware that Glinda tells us this information in the show, and no doubt there's some unreliable narration going considering Glinda was...you know...not there when it happened. But it's the only version we're shown so it's worth considering when thinking about this plot point.

[icelynia]

This is just wrong. Everything about this is incorrect. Jesus might love everyone, but he does not love their sin. The Bible clearly defines marriage is only between ONE man and ONE woman. Sex is only supposed to happen inside of marriage.

Jesus does not support the LGBTQ community and He never will.

Jesus might have gone to a pride parade with the goal to pull people out and show them their sin. He never would go to show His support. Again, He would go to save the lost, but not to support what the lost are doing.

We were created male and female. In the beginning it wasn’t Adam and Steve or Eve and Rebecca. God created them Adam and Eve.

These aren’t just “my beliefs”. This is the Christian doctrine. These are facts about what the Bible says.

Don’t use religion, religious figures, and anything that goes against your movement to push your movement. This is misinformation and lies. It might “feel good”, “make you happy”, or “make you feel seen”, but that does not mean that it is good.

The whole point of sin is that it seems good and nice on the surface, but once you dig deeper it is the most corrupted, evil, darkest thing in existence. Think of it like an amazing looking chocolate chip cookie. On the surface you think that cookie is amazing and one bite with not that many chips might be good. Once you’ve eaten enough, you discover that it wasn’t chocolate chips, but feces and expired milk. Not only would this make you feel disgusting, it might make you sick, ruin the relationship with whoever gave you the poop-cookie, make you more distrustful, and it will ruin at least the rest of your day, if not longer. This is just like sin. It seems nice and pleasant at first, but the more you indulge and see the side effects, the worse it gets. Maybe you could put on some sweet frosting, but that’s only covering the problem up, not dealing with it and the consequences.

Christians, please be praying for our lost and broken world.

God bless.

Verses (NIV):

Leviticus 18:22 ”‘Do not have sexual relations with a man as one does with a woman; that is detestable.“

Leviticus 20:13 “ ‘If a man has sexual relations with a man as one does with a woman, both of them have done what is detestable. They are to be put to death; their blood will be on their own heads.“

Romans 1:26-28 ”Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts. Even their women exchanged natural sexual relations for unnatural ones. In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed shameful acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their error. Furthermore, just as they did not think it worthwhile to retain the knowledge of God, so God gave them over to a depraved mind, so that they do what ought not to be done.“

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1 Corinthians 6:9-10 ”Or do you not know that wrongdoers will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor men who have sex with men nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God.“

1 Corinthians 7:2”But since sexual immorality is occurring, each man should have sexual relations with his own wife, and each woman with her own husband.“

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[misfitwashere]

February 11, 2025 

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

FEB 12

On February 12, 1809, Nancy Hanks Lincoln gave birth to her second child, a son: Abraham.

Abraham Lincoln grew up to become the nation’s sixteenth president, leading the country from March 1861 until his assassination in April 1865, a little over a month into his second term. He piloted the country through the Civil War, preserving the concept of American democracy. It was a system that had never been fully realized but that he still saw as “the last, best hope of earth” to prove that people could govern themselves.

Lincoln grew up in rural poverty as wealthy enslavers took over prime land in his family's home state of Kentucky and pushed them across the Ohio River to Indiana, where Nancy Lincoln died. From there, they moved on to the frontier state of Illinois, where Abraham sowed seed, hoed fields, grubbed roots, cut trees, made fences, and harvested crops both at home and for farmers to whom his father hired him out for wages, for the elder Lincoln never managed to get his feet under him after leaving Kentucky.

In 1831, finally an adult, Abraham set out to make his mark in the world, as did thousands of other young men in his dynamic era. But making it on his own wasn’t much easier for the young Lincoln than it had been for his father. He settled in the town of New Salem, a village of about a hundred people on a bluff above the Sangamon River, where he failed as a storekeeper, then cobbled together various jobs, eking out a living splitting rails and making deliveries. Government appointments, first as a postmaster and then as a surveyor, kept him afloat and made him well enough known that in 1834, voters elected him to the state legislature, and he was on his way to prominence.

Lincoln’s time as a young man on the make had made him think hard about the relationship between Americans and their government. In his era, elite southern enslavers insisted that government had no role to play in the country except in protecting property, a concept of government that permitted them to amass fortunes thanks to the labor of their Black neighbors. But Lincoln had watched his town of New Salem die because its settlers—hard workers, eager to make the town succeed—could not dredge the Sangamon River to promote trade by themselves.

Lincoln later mused, “The legitimate object of government is ‘to do for the people what needs to be done, but which they can not, by individual effort, do at all, or do so well, for themselves,’… as public roads and highways, public schools, charities, pauperism, orphanage, estates of the deceased, and the machinery of government itself.”

Once elected to the presidency, Lincoln joined with members of his new Republican Party to make the government work for the American people. They created national money and the income tax. They took land from speculators and gave it to men willing to farm it. They established public colleges to enable poor men to get an education, the Department of Agriculture to make sure poor men had access to good seeds, and transcontinental railroads so poor men could both get to western lands and get their products back to eastern markets. And they used the power of the federal government to end human enslavement in the United States except as punishment for crime.

A generation later, under Republican president Theodore Roosevelt, progressives at the turn of the twentieth century expanded on Lincoln's understanding of the role of government in supporting the American people. In that era, corrupt industrialists increased their profits by abusing their workers, adulterating milk with formaldehyde and painting candies with lead paint, dumping toxic waste into neighborhoods, and paying legislators to let them do whatever they wished.

Those concerned about the survival of democracy worried that individuals were not actually free when their lives were controlled by the corporations that poisoned their food and water while making it impossible for individuals to get an education or make enough money ever to become independent.

To restore the rights of individuals, progressives of both parties argued that individuals needed a strong, active government to protect them from the excesses and powerful industrialists of the modern world. Under the new governmental system that Theodore Roosevelt pioneered, the government cleaned up the sewage systems and tenements in cities, protected public lands, invested in public health and education, raised taxes, and called for universal health insurance, all to protect the ability of individuals to live freely without being crushed by outside influences.

Reformers sought, as Roosevelt said, to return to “an economic system under which each man shall be guaranteed the opportunity to show the best that there is in him.”

In the 1920s, the idea that the government should be run as a business eclipsed Roosevelt’s progressive government, but after the Great Crash of 1929 and the ensuing Great Depression, Democrats under President Franklin Delano Roosevelt in the 1930s offered a “new deal for the American people.” That New Deal meant that the government would no longer work simply to promote business, but would also regulate business, provide a basic social safety net, and promote infrastructure. World War II accelerated the construction of that active government, and by the time it was over, Americans quite liked the new system.

After the war, Republican Dwight Eisenhower embraced the active government. He explained that in the modern world, the government must protect people from disasters created by forces outside their control, and it must provide social services that would protect people from unemployment, old age, illness, accidents, unsafe food and drugs, homelessness, and disease.

He called his version of the New Deal “a middle way between untrammeled freedom of the individual and the demands of the welfare of the whole Nation.” One of his supporters echoed Lincoln when he explained, “If a job has to be done to meet the needs of the people, and no one else can do it, then it is the proper function of the federal government.” Both Republicans and Democrats embraced this idea, which became known as the “liberal consensus.” In the second half of the twentieth century, they expanded the role of government to protect civil rights, the environment, access to healthcare and education, equal opportunity in employment, and so on.

But those who objected to the liberal consensus rejected the idea that the government had any role to play in the economy or in social welfare and made no distinction between the liberal consensus and international communism. They insisted that the country was made up of “liberals,” who were pushing the nation toward socialism, and “conservatives” like themselves, who were standing alone against the Democrats and Republicans who made up a majority of the country and liked the new business regulations, safety net, infrastructure, and protection of civil rights.

That reactionary mindset came to dominate the Republican Party after Ronald Reagan’s election in 1980. Republicans began to insist that anyone who embraced the liberal consensus of the past several decades was un-American and had no right to govern, no matter how many Americans supported that ideology. And now, forty-five years later, we are watching as a group of reactionaries dismantle the government that serves the needs of ordinary Americans and work, once again, to concentrate wealth and power in the hands of an elite.

The idea of a small government that serves the needs of a few wealthy people, Lincoln warned in his era, is “the same old serpent that says you work and I eat, you toil and I will enjoy the fruits of it. Turn in whatever way you will—whether it come from the mouth of a King, an excuse for enslaving the people of his country, or from the mouth of men of one race as a reason for enslaving the men of another race, it is all the same old serpent.”

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[transmisogynistic]

Can you add extra water to dry whole milk powder to make 2%? I tried asking google and it swears I’m asking so that I can sell adulterated milk 😐 I don’t want to buy nonfat, but my family doesn’t drink whole milk.

[mousy-nona]

All of God's Angels

Long ago, back when all of Earth and mankind were but a twinkle in the Father’s eye and Lucifer knew nothing but the warmth of his Father’s love, back when he sung their songs and the cosmos kissed his wings when he flew, one of the other angels told Lucifer his fate.

I think you will like his newest creation, Gabriel mused. I’ve foreseen a challenge for you. An equal. A partner, tall and beautiful and terrible, and crowned in red.

//

Or the tale of how Lucifer finally met his (irritating, annoying, hellraising) match.

All parts up on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53800450/chapters/136173307

Chapter 1: Lucifer Falls

Long ago, back when all of Earth and mankind were but a twinkle in the Father’s eye and Lucifer knew nothing but the warmth of his Father’s love, back when he sung their songs and the cosmos kissed his wings when he flew, one of the other angels told Lucifer his fate.

It was Gabriel, little Gabriel with his too-big trumpet, who let the cat out of the bag. He never could keep his stupid visions to himself.

Father is making something new, Gabriel had said.

But of course, Lucifer had replied. Isn’t he always? Perhaps it will be something interesting this time.

It was beautiful here. Perfect. An unending, ceaseless Heaven.

He was bored to death.

He played with one of his feathers, sneaking an envious glance at Gabriel’s finger, where Michael’s seal lay. Gabriel read his mind.

I think you will like His newest creation, he mused. I’ve foreseen a challenge for you. An equal.

An opponent?

Gabriel shook his head. A partner, tall and beautiful and terrible, and crowned in red.

Equal parts hope and shock took his breath away. A companion? Truly? After all of these years?

Gabriel’s mouth twisted into a small moue of distaste. They smell of blood and smoke. They smell of…

The word he’d been looking for was evil, but that hadn’t been invented yet. So Lucifer set out to create it.

When he flew down to the Garden, he found hidden in the meadows an apple and a man and a woman. Lucifer palmed the fruit in his hand, reveling in the potential that practically vibrated underneath its shiny red skin. All he had to do was plant the seed. For a fleeting moment, he thought about giving it to Adam, but even then, when he knew nothing about humanity but their aching potential – even then, he knew Adam was a dick.

No, it was Eve. It was Eve who would understand the true magnitude of his gift. It was Eve who would lead humanity out of the Garden and into a world of their own creation. He barely even had to tempt her – she took it right away, eager for her own ruin. Perhaps she was just as bored of utopia as he was.

After that, everything happened so fast he could only remember it in snapshots. A trial, a curse, a fall. Lilith made it all better, for a while. For the first few centuries, he thought he had found his fated partner at last. Tall and beautiful and terrible indeed – and a crown of gleaming red horns, to boot.

For a few years, they had been happy. Happy enough to create Charlie, who was the beaming sun of his life. Hell grew larger and more bloodthirsty by the second, but they reigned over it with a shared dream of leading their people to a better life. There would be no land of milk and honey, not for these killers and adulterers and assaulters, but maybe there could be a better fate for them. A rehabilitation, of sorts.

But time was relentless, even in the distant reaches of Hell. Slowly, so slowly Lucifer hadn’t even noticed it until it was too late, Lilith began to pull away. She was a shadow in his castle, always just barely out of reach. Worse, she took Charlie with her.

He could have forced them back. He could have pinned them down with his polluted holy light, could have made them sit and stay.

But he was not that kind of a man. The last surviving angel in Hell. So he found himself alone again, surrounded in the debris of his broken dreams.

Then came the fateful day when his daughter – his gorgeous, stunning, lovely Charlie! – called to tell him all about a project that was just like the one he’d had. A hotel, she chattered on nervously. A rehabilitation center for doomed souls.

And he’d prayed for the first time since his exile: Heavenly Father, I don’t ask for much. But please go easy on my daughter. She was still so young, so naive. It would break the last remaining piece of his heart to see her crushed just like he’d been.

He left his castle for the first time in what felt like a decade, rushing out the door in such a hurry he nearly forgot his hat and his staff (apple-shaped, of course). He’d nearly tripped over himself flinging open the frankly disgusting, half-formed door and running straight for Charlie. He’d been so ecstatic about seeing his daughter again that he hadn’t noticed anybody else – until one of them had melted into shadows and appeared right next to him, that was.

With a start, he stepped back, sizing up the towering figure that had materialized by his side. It was a man, cloaked in a scarlet suit that would have been fashionable a century ago and teeth sharper than sin. He was holding a staff as well, some old-fashioned microphone that looked deceptively simple for the amount of power he could feel emanating from it. Perhaps the most startling aspect about him was his voice – a voice overlaid with static and cloaked in false goodwill. He was infuriating, relentless, a polite knife stab that struck everywhere and nowhere at once. Everything about the man was a taunt, as if he was specially designed to incense Lucifer and drive him crazy. 

His mouth went dry.

And just like that, it was a millennia ago and Gabriel’s voice was ringing in his ear, as clear as the stars and the bells.

Tall and beautiful and terrible, and crowned in red.

No. No way. Not like this. Clearing his throat and forcing an unimpressed mask to hide his progressively growing alarm, he asked, “Who is this now?”

[fatehbaz]

[C]olonial policies to monitor and restrict Indian cattle were coterminous with policies to monitor and restrict Indian humans. [...] [T]he ‘milk-line’ [...] has been said by [colonial] scholars since the nineteenth century to bisect the region. [...] [This] reified and naturalised what remains a contentious division between South and Southeast Asia along the western borders of Myanmar. [...] [D]enaturalise [...] this border by uncovering the colonial history of how milk became entangled in the immanent political geography of British Burma. [...] As part of imperial writings on the distinctiveness of the colony's cultural landscape, milk informed the imaginative geography of Burma as a place distinct from India. [...]

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[T]he turn-of-the-century writings of colonial scholar officials and travel-writers [...] generated a particular imaginative geography [...]. These authors rendered Burma a ‘unique geographic entity’ [...]. Being unable to acquire milk whilst travelling Burma was a frequent gripe in imperial writings. In this it stood in contrast to the rest of British India. [...] Imperial writings on dairy consumption – or, rather, the lack of it – in Burma reified this geography [...]. Burma was where you could not get milk in British India. [...] But the difficulty of milk did not end with the cow. Once produced, the milk itself was liable to adulteration and infection necessitating state and scientific intervention. Limiting the mobility of dairy cattle and removing them from urban areas through policies designed to order and police space were central to colonial schemes for improving milk production [...]. By the twentieth century most of the dairy production in the colony was conducted by Indians who had migrated to Burma with their own cattle. [...]

The rendering of cattle as lively commodities in the milk industry was seen to be in tension with their commodification in a different economic sector, the rice industry. 

This was overwhelmingly the most important part of Burma's colonial economy. 

The late nineteenth century saw a rapid expansion of the deltaic rice frontier. By the opening decades of following century the Burma delta had become the largest rice producing region in the world. The importance of plough cattle was reflected in their market value, which doubled between the end of World War One and 1930. [...] 

In particular, they worried that the bloodlines of the Burmese breed of oxen, apparently favoured by cultivators, were at risk. [...] Indian milch cattle were considered a particular threat. This imperial imperative to protect a so-called ‘Burmese’ breed of ox reified and naturalised Burma as a geographic entity, with Indian cattle figured as invasive.

These concerns were entangled with colonial policies regarding the human Indian population in the colony [...].

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[There was] a growing recognition of the importance of [Burmese] cattle to the production of rice in the Burma delta. [...] The stocky, strong Burmese ox [...] was thought to be especially suited to labour in paddy fields [...]. Burma was imagined as being constituted of upland areas where cattle were bred and the southern deltaic region where they were worked [...]. This was an animal geography that was transgressed by mobile herds of milking cattle imported from India residing along the sides of waterways and in the railway towns [...]. Following the colony's transportation network, migrant Indian cattle penetrated the spaces [...] To many officials, by the start of World War One the existing measures for protecting Burmese plough cattle from the ‘evils’ of Indian milch cattle were deemed inadequate. The push for greater controls began in 1915 with an agricultural and cooperative conference held in Mandalay. [...] ]C]olonial officials came to frame Indian cattle as a problem breed. The conference was attended by over nine hundred people from across Burma, including [...] state officials. It unanimously agreed that action had to be taken to protect [Burmese] cattle from Indian cattle.

Their suggested course of action was three-pronged: taxation, prohibition and segregation. [...] Attitudes to Indian cattle in the colony were conterminous with attitudes to Indian people.

The interventions [in cattle segregation] [...] can be considered as part of a wider range of state controls placed on Indian migrants to Burma. The timing of these committees was synchronous with inquiries into the sanitary conditions that Indian workers travelled and lived in [...]. At the same time [...], the state introduced compulsory medical checks and vaccinations on human arrivals from the subcontinent. In addition, the concerns expressed by officials contributing to these reports on cattle in Burma were indicative of British officialdom's paternalistic attitude towards the Burmese people, viewing their role as protecting the Burmese from the Indian and Chinese populations. The administrative view of the colony, which by the turn of the century held it to be culturally distinct from India, was increasingly imagining it as a separate geo-political entity. Officials began planning for it to be separated from British India.

During the interwar years anti-Indian sentiments gained ground [...]. Indian migrants were figured by some as a threat [...]. There were a number of anti-Indian riots in the 1930s [...]. The 1935 Government of India Act was enacted in 1937 separating Burma from India [...].

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All text above by: Jonathan Saha. “Milk to Mandalay: dairy consumption, animal history and the political geography of colonial Burma.” Journal of Historical Geography Volume 54. October 2016. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Presented here for commentary, teaching, criticism purposes.]

[cowperviolet]

Drinking like a Regency Buck - Part 1

What if you were praised for drinking lots of alcohol? In Regency England, you could!

Nowadays, we think that immoderate drinking is a sign of weakness. However, back in the Regency era, it was actually considered to be something between a neutral trait and a source of pride. There was even an expression - ‘Drunk as a lord’!

Another expression on the subject was ‘three-bottle man’. It described a man who could consume 3 bottles of port throughout one day, and remain on his feet. Again, it was not a derogatory expression. It was not unusual to have several dinner guests like that at one table.

Strong port indeed was the drink of choice for Regency men. It used to be different - earlier in the 18th century they preferred light wines and claret. However, after the Seven Years War, blame for the country’s poor performance in the conflict was laid at the feet of the men’s ‘effeminate’ and ‘Frenchified’ drinking habits. So, they set out to prove how manly they were afterwards. That’s where port came in.

Henceforth, claret was usually only served to women in special claret cups. Though, I do have to say, that Regency ladies were far from the Victorian ideals of propriety and sobriety, too - quite a lot of them drank fortified wine such as madeira!

Due to port’s popularity, plenty of people ended up trying to play foul with its quality for the sake of profit. Quite often, port was adulterated by raisin wines, or cheap Spanish wine that had an admittedly metal name of ‘bullock’s blood’. Even worse, some just used berry-dye for the same purposes.

However, even good port had to be ‘fined’, or clarified, before you could drink it. There was a great range of things used for that purpose. Some were mundane enough, like egg, salt, or skimmed milk. Some were weirder, like oyster shells, alabaster, dry sand, or my favorite one - powdered marble.

[blogfullofemos]

Ranching?

NSFW 18+ ONLY!!!!

*I DO NOT CONDONE ANY COPYING OF MY WORK*

Ok so this is for the Kinktober Day 2 prompt: Roleplay + Tittyfucking. I'm still working on my Day 1 prompt and let me just say, its a lot of words. But, enjoy this play on words!! Miguel O' Hara is a cowboy and weeellll...

Pairing: Miguel O' Hara x F!reader (POC)

Warnings: dirty talk (I wrote the most filthiest thing that made me question myself), mentions of roughness, mentions of face-fucking, choking (f rec), voyuerism?, and tittyfucking for milk.

Word Count: 1k

   Miguel has the utmost respect for women. Really. He does. But you. You are the impediment of his disciplined morality. See, while the “kids” Halloween party was dying out within Spider HQ. You took his hand and brought him to one of the many meeting rooms; locking the door so no one walks in. “Need you to help me.” you say taking off your red cape, since you came as little red riding hood. Miguel nods as he just watches you transform for the adulterated version of the night. Giving him your red cape, he couldn’t help but ogle at your alluring physique. Leaving nothing to the imagination, you wore a cow-print bikini top followed by the smallest of jean shorts with frills. You pull up the straps of your red thong, enunciating your curves, as you zip open your shorts. Giving him a nervous look, you spin slowly, asking in a southern accent “How do I look O’ Hara?”. Miguel’s eyes land at your dangling jeweled-spider piercing at your stomach. Your pudge and love handles finding a home in his ‘spank-bank’ rolodex. The peek-a-boo of red between your jean’s zipper not helping the tension quickly building in his leather pants.

    “Miguel.” you whine with a hint of insecurity, hugging yourself. Blinking his eyes rapidly while clearing his throat, “I-Its…..” he trails, his mind short-circuiting. You let out an exhale while shaking away your nerves. Pulling out a headband with cow ears and horns from your back pocket, you place it a top your curls. Miguel raises his brow, “Are you a cow?” he asks.

“Are you a cowboy?” you retort to his simple observation, unlocking the door. He makes a face at your sarcastic remark because yeah that was a stupid question; but could you blame him? Tossing your red cape to rest on his shoulder, his eyes widen when you open the door. Marring your chocolate skin, his fang’s mark rest at the curvature of your neck. The fading sex-capade, recurring as you sported his signature. Walking out the room, it took everything in him to not drag you back. “Be-.” he breathes.

“OKAYYY (your full name)!!! SHOWING THE GIRLS HOW IT SHOULD BE DONE!!” a spiderwoman yells over the blaring music. Drawing attention from the spiders, whistles and cheers reverberate around you two. The spiderwoman runs up to you to take your wrists, quickly pulling you to the pack of spiderwomen stationed at a booth. “CARINO!!” Miguel yells, reaching out for your shoulder and missing. You look back giving him an ‘I’m sorry’ smile while you continue to walk away. Biting his bottom lip, he spots the healing bruise on the left side of your lower back. 

    30 minutes. It took 30 minutes. A few drinks in with the real cowboy spiderman, Miguel kept his eyes on you. Weaving through swaying bodies, he pulls you into his large frame, his hands on your hip and neck. “Need you now.” he simply states. Closing the door of the limousine, Miguel wastes no time signaling the driver to put up the partition. 

      You lay on carpeted flooring, your ruddy cheeks expressing the situation at hand. Never mind your runny eyeliner and smeared lipstick. Your petite frame rocks below every groove of his hips. You bare your neck, your veins protruding as you let out a shaky moan of his name. Miguel’s curls sticks to his clammy forehead, cowboy hat still on, he watches his pulsing spit-shined cock pump between your hand covered breasts. Kneeling above you, he ruts powerfully. “Joder… N-need to be. In. You.” he says, putting his hand on the side of your jaw. His thumb rubs your slimy bottom lip as he gives a boyish smirk, evidence of the recent face-fucking tempting his urge to penetrate you. You let out a disapproving whine, “T-told you…. I’m st-ill sore.” you repeat with a raspy voice.

“I.. I know. Just don’t- joder- think I’m going to come… From t-this.” he says. And by Miguel’s calculations, there’s only 20 minutes left. He would definitely need more time in this position. Miguel continues to rut while he sees your face contort in thought. 

     Suddenly you rip your flimsy bikini top in half, exposing your bouncing breasts as Miguel stutters in movement. He gasps out a Spanish word as he grips your right breast, making you arch your back from the sting as you bite back a moan. You shoot him your most seductive glare as you prepare to send him into ruin. “Your so rough Miggy. W-would’ve let you-fuck-me i-if you didn’t have me…. Bent!!” you moan. Miguel squeezes your breast while biting back a moan, watching you pinch and circle your nipple at the other. “Holding me down. Teaching me how to t-take your cock.” you purr.

“Y-yeah.. And you took it like a good girl, bebita. My. Good. Girl.” he praises, putting his hand back on your jaw and rutting faster. 

“But your so big Miggy…. Can s-still feel you when you’re gone.” you pout.

“Fuck, bebita.” he breathes as his hand tightens and untightens from your jaw “But you like that don’t you?? Like how my cock treats you like a sleeve.” he pushes. Your cunt clenches at his unexpected choice of words, a rush of nerves running down your body. “M-Miggy.” you mewl. His hand slides to your neck and you open your mouth slightly, waiting for your breathe to be taken in silent excitement. But he doesn’t. “Mig- please..” you beg.

“Joder bebita…. Keep. Talking.”

“Miguel.”

“M’close. So. Close. Say my name baby.” Miguel says with concentrated brows as he scrunches his eyes closed. 

“Choke me Miggy. Por favor papi, por fav-.” you whine but get choked off, causing you to grip his muscular forearm. Miguel grunts as he bites his bottom lip hard, his fangs showing but not puncturing him. His cum spurts out of his redden cock, landing on your chin and his hand. Helping his release, he pumps the rest of his spend on your chest. Loosening the pressure to your neck as he completely finishes. You happen to cough as he moves off of you, sitting back on leather the seats. Catching your bearings, he looks out the tinted window, “5 minutes mi vida.” he informs.

[wuggen]

1 but mostly 22, i gotta see what people i like are eating out here

1. how do you take your tea / coffee?

Tea: usually unadorned. I'll put a little bit of honey in chamomile tea and, like, breakfast tea, but usually I'm having something like early grey or green tea or puerh or lapsang suchong, and those I absolutely do not adulterate with anything, they stand on their own just fine

Coffee: I'm either having a completely black pour over of some kinda specialty light-to-medium roast, or I'm having an unsweetened latte/cappuccino. If I find myself having, like, average quality drip coffee I'll put a little bit of milk or cream in it to even it out a little, but I generally avoid having average quality drip coffee. I may be a little bit snobbish about this lmao

22. what spices do you always use when cooking?

Go-to's are black pepper, paprika, garlic powder, and various herbs (basil, oregano, rosemary, thyme, sage). Ginger is pretty situational but I still end up using it a lot. I less commonly but still semi-regularly use cumin, cardamom, turmeric

[vitalvibes21]

THE TIRUPATI LADDU CONTROVERSY: RELIGIOUS SENTIMENT, POLITICS, AND PUBLIC OUTCRY

The Tirupati Laddu, a globally renowned and sacred offering from the Tirumala Tirupati Devasthanams (TTD), is currently at the center of a heated controversy. Allegations that animal fat was found in the ghee used to prepare the laddus have stirred religious, political, and social unrest.

OVERVIEW OF THE TIRUPATI LADDU CONTROVERSY

What Happened?

In September 2024, reports emerged alleging that the ghee used in Tirupati laddus contained traces of animal fats, including beef tallow, lard (pig fat), and fish oil. A laboratory report from the Centre of Analysis and Learning in Livestock and Food (CALF) lab indicated adulteration of the ghee with these substances, triggering outrage among devotees and the public.

Key Findings from Lab Tests

According to reports, the ghee used was found to be highly adulterated with a concoction of both animal and vegetable fats. The lab results were alarming, with the ghee sample values being much lower than acceptable standards. Pure milk fat should have a reading between 95.68 and 104.32, but the samples tested only showed values around 20.

Political Fallout

The controversy quickly escalated into a political battle. Former Andhra Pradesh Chief Minister Chandrababu Naidu of the Telugu Desam Party (TDP) accused the current administration, led by YS Jagan Mohan Reddy, of negligence. Naidu’s son, Nara Lokesh, echoed these concerns, accusing the YSR Congress of disrespecting religious sentiments. In response, Jagan Mohan Reddy dismissed the allegations as politically motivated.

Impact on Devotees

The allegations of using animal fat in a sacred offering like the Tirupati laddu deeply hurt the religious sentiments of millions of devotees worldwide. For many, the laddu is not just food; it is "prasadam" – a holy offering blessed by Lord Venkateswara. Any adulteration of this sacred item is considered sacrilegious, adding to the severity of the situation.

Actions Taken by TTD

The TTD, which oversees the production of Tirupati laddus, responded quickly to the scandal. They blacklisted the suppliers involved and initiated legal action. Additionally, they formed an expert committee to set up an in-house laboratory to ensure better quality control in the future.

Political Context

Beyond religious and social implications, the Tirupati Laddu controversy has political undertones. The TDP has used this incident to attack the YSR Congress, accusing it of failing to protect religious sanctity. On the other hand, YS Jagan Mohan Reddy has dismissed these claims as "diversion politics," accusing Naidu of using faith for political gain.

Future Precautions

In response to this controversy, the TTD has vowed to improve its quality checks and ensure that only the highest quality ingredients are used for sacred offerings in the future. They have also replaced the current suppliers with more reliable ones to avoid such issues going forward.

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FAQs About the Tirupati Laddu Controversy

What is the Tirupati Laddu controversy?

The Tirupati Laddu controversy centers around allegations that the ghee used in the preparation of the laddus contained animal fats, including beef tallow, lard, and fish oil. This has triggered widespread outrage among devotees and led to political blame games between the TDP and the YSR Congress.

Why is the Tirupati Laddu sacred?

The Tirupati Laddu is considered sacred as it is an offering (prasadam) given to devotees of Lord Venkateswara at the Tirumala temple. Millions of devotees believe that consuming the laddu brings blessings from the deity.

What action has TTD taken?

The TTD has blacklisted the suppliers involved in providing the adulterated ghee and initiated legal action. They are also setting up an in-house laboratory to ensure better quality control of the ingredients used in temple offerings.

Is the controversy politically motivated?

The TDP has accused the YSR Congress of neglecting religious duties by allowing adulterated ghee in the laddus. However, Jagan Mohan Reddy has dismissed these claims as politically motivated, accusing his opponents of exploiting religious issues for political gain.

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Conclusion

The Tirupati Laddu controversy is more than just a food adulteration case; it has religious, social, and political implications. As both sides continue to debate, the TTD has taken immediate action to restore trust and ensure the sanctity of temple offerings. Moving forward, stringent quality checks will be essential to ensure the sanctity of temple offerings. Moving forward, stringent quality checks will be essential to prevent future scandals from damaging the reputation of one of India’s most revered temples.

[wonderwafles]

Get to know me better :) tagged by @imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese

1. Favorite color — I like a lot of colors!! Sorry it's hard for me to decide lmao. But my first and probably ultimate favorite is yellow.

2. Last song — Passerine by the Oh Hellos

3. Currently reading — Paper Menagerie by Ken Liu

4. Currently watching — EVIL. It's sooooo good

5. Currently craving — Cheesy garlic bread ):

6. Coffee or tea — I only like coffee when it's been adulterated beyond all reason with milk and cream, and I'm not much of a tea person

Tags: @lokislittlevalkyrie @monitorchakas @xivu-arath

[ausetkmt]

Swindled: The Dark History of Food Fraud, from Poisoned Candy to Counterfeit Coffee

Swindled: The Dark History of Food Fraud, from Poisoned Candy to Counterfeit Coffee

Bad food has a history. Swindled tells it. Through a fascinating mixture of cultural and scientific history, food politics, and culinary detective work, Bee Wilson uncovers the many ways swindlers have cheapened, falsified, and even poisoned our food throughout history.

In the hands of people and corporations who have prized profits above the health of consumers, food and drink have been tampered with in often horrifying ways--padded, diluted, contaminated, substituted, mislabeled, misnamed, or otherwise faked.

Swindled gives a panoramic view of this history, from the leaded wine of the ancient Romans to today's food frauds--such as fake organics and the scandal of Chinese babies being fed bogus milk powder.

Wilson pays special attention to nineteenth- and twentieth-century America and England and their roles in developing both industrial-scale food adulteration and the scientific ability to combat it. As Swindled reveals, modern science has both helped and hindered food fraudsters--increasing the sophistication of scams but also the means to detect them.

The big breakthrough came in Victorian England when a scientist first put food under the microscope and found that much of what was sold as "genuine coffee" was anything but--and that you couldn't buy pure mustard in all of London.

Arguing that industrialization, laissez-faire politics, and globalization have all hurt the quality of food, but also that food swindlers have always been helped by consumer ignorance,

Swindled ultimately calls for both governments and individuals to be more vigilant. In fact, Wilson suggests, one of our best protections is simply to reeducate ourselves about the joys of food and cooking.

[beckiboos]

Sorry I saw you had a anon reply about borax and well....victorian england is sorta my special interest,more specifically adulteration of food in Victorian England,so I'm sorry if this is annoying but I am excited so I will share fun info!

BUT Victorians used Borax to mask the taste of milk going off. Supposedly it made milk taste like normal,but of course not only was borax not the best to ingest(especially considering milk was often given to children) but borax could be put in mutiple times along the supply chain! It also did nothing about the bacteria that caused the Milk to go off and thus led to illness, and considering the effects of said illness could cause dehydration,and they often wouldn't know it was the milk,it had a hand in the high mortality rate at the time.

Also tea and bread/flour were also highly adulterated,things like Plaster Of Paris,borax,and lead were used often to adulterate them!

(Sorry if this was annoying I just get excited sometimes 👉👈)

Lol no this wasn’t annoying I love learning new things!

This info does seem to make Americans bringing back eating borax extra dumb though

[gwynndolin]

are strawberry and vanilla creme drinks evil? also, do you have to wash the whole blender every single time?? they should give you stick blenders that fit inside the cup like for milkshakes.

if those are evil, what could I order instead when my friends go to the starbucks like once a year? I don't even like coffee and the hot chocolate is too bitter and, like, grainy? for me (autism) so I only get the creme things.

So unfortunately my friend, all blended drinks suck. Like, especially if its a hot day and everyone has definitely been ordering blended drinks, it sucks. If you get in at a point where it's super dead, it's not so bad, but if you order a blended drink when there's a line, especially if there's also a drive thru line, people are definitely complaining about making it.

Also yeah, we wash the pitcher every time, with the rare exception being, I just made the exact same drink the exact same way you just ordered it, then we'll use those again, but otherwise to avoid cross contamination we rinse them (obviously a rinse is pretty ineffectual at actually avoiding cross contamination from an allergen standpoint, its more about not adulterating other drinks)

If you wanna avoid blended drinks but also want something creme based, you can literally ask for any of the coffee drinks on the menu with just steamed milk instead of with espresso, just ask for a steamer of whatever drink you're lookin at, or you can just ask for a steamer with a specific syrup. or hell if you want it iced just ask for like a cold milk with syrup in it, get it shaken or whatever