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Think that all sugars are the same? They may all taste sweet to the tongue, but it turns out your body can tell the difference between glucose, fructose and sucrose, and that one of these sugars is worse for your health than the others...
...that's the case, then why the glut of blended sugars rather than pure glucose in our foods today? Glucose isn't as sweet as fructose, and because our collective sweet teeth have become accustomed to a certain level of sweetness, anything less might be unsatisfying. "The proportion of fructose in food probably hasn't increased that much, since high fructose corn syrup simply replaced sucrose in many cases," says Havel. "But people are also simply consuming more sugar in their diet." In fact, if you think that the study subjects drank way more sweetened beverages (25% of their daily...
...advocating a drastic change in the sugar content of sodas. His Department of Nutrition is urging manufacturers to produce a line of beverages containing only 1 gm of sugar per ounce, a 70% reduction in sugar content. It's all part of a campaign to re-train the American sweet tooth. "If children grow up with everything tasting super sweet, then it's hard for them to appreciate he gentle sweetness of a fresh carrot or an apple," he says. "Part of this is deconditioning palates to a much more natural level of sweetness." That certainly won't be easy...
House: Leverett Concentration: Hist & Lit Hometown: Cambridge, MA Ideal Date: A fifth of whiskey, couple of shotguns, and some sweet dudes. Mood lit. What do you look for in a girl/guy: A sharp mind and a kind heart Where to find you on a Saturday night: In or out of prom season? Your best pick up line: You a stewardess? Good Ma, I fly too. Best or worst lie you’ve ever told: Of course I love you. Something you’ve always wanted to tell someone: No. Favorite childhood activity: Porch-swinging Sexiest physical trait: Isn?...
...others have fewer inhibitions. Circles of people writhe, hands turned upwards, arms limp, like flower children from another decade. Ahhhhh, sweet liberation. A pair of music lovers cavorts by us, locked in mock battle. One shoots invisible missiles (an automatic weapon?) at the other, in time with Ratatat's pulsing guitar. The other falls to the ground, body trembling. His partner joins him. Lots of rhythmic twitching. The song ends. A final twitch. FlyBy thinks hard about the pros and cons...