Saturday, November 24, 2012

The humble pineapple is packed with health promoting enzymes.

These health promoting properties of pineapples are well-known; however according to Danica Collins they also contain cancer fighting properties. See below what she wrote.

The pineapple is the symbolic fruit of the tropical and sub-tropical regions in the
world. We in North Queensland are blessed to have this delicious fruit available all year round, and I  grow them in our garden as well. Picture: Two of our fourteen pineapple plants in our garden. Click on picture to enlarge.

A special sweet and low acid variety is the “Mareeba Gold pineapple” grown here in Mareeba in North Queensland by the Pinata Farm. What’s so different about a Mareeba Gold Pineapple? Click here to find out.

The pineapple is a member of the bromeliad family, and is the only available edible bromeliad today. It is a multiple fruit. One pineapple is actually made up of dozens of individual flowers that grow together to form the entire fruit. Pineapples stop ripening the minute they are picked. No special way of storing them will help ripen them further. Colour is relatively unimportant in determining ripeness. Choose your pineapple by smell. If it smells fresh, and sweet, it will be a good fruit.
And, as an old proverb says: “Only the knife knows the heart of a pineapple”
Click here to read a previous posting. “The pineapple is more than just a luscious sweet delight.”

In conclusion:  Eat pineapples for good health and at the same time support our pineapple farmers. And, I hope that you are not given the rough end of the pineapple, as we say in Australia – meaning: To be treated unfairly. Have a nice day. - Werner

Pineapple Enzyme Bromelain Destroys Cancer.

Source: Underground Health Reporter. Writer: Danica Collins .To read other articles from Danica Collins, click here.

The enzyme bromelain, found in pineapple, is one of several natural foods you can use to prevent cancer, fight cancer if you have it, and minimize the effects of radiation therapy that often cause as much damage to healthy cells as they do to cancerous cells.

Chemotherapy is the most common form of treatment for cancer in the United States. It has been used for the past four decades despite the fact that it ravages the body, weakening the immune system until it can no longer function properly.
The cure is often worse than the disease, pushing scientists to search for natural cancer-fighting solutions.
Bromelain Destroys the Cancer – Not Your Body. One such solution is compounds that act with “selective cytotoxicity” – shrinking or killing cancer cells while leaving healthy cells alone. This ability is only found in nature and, so far, science has been unable to duplicate it.

Bromelain is the pineapple enzyme that digests proteins and it exhibits this ability. It is found in the stem and the fruit of the pineapple. You can also get small quantities in juice, but for true cancer-fighting power, you need to consider a pineapple enzyme extract.

Until recently, getting enzymes into your bloodstream (where they can do the most good) has been almost impossible. Enzymes are broken down in the stomach before ever reaching the rest of your body.

Now scientists are using enteric coatings that resist stomach acid and break down only in specific locations of your intestines so the full benefit is achieved. Getting enough natural enzymes into your system is crucial to total body health. Raw, organic fruits and vegetables take some of the enzyme production stress off your body – and aid in better digestion – so the unused enzymes can find and kill cancerous cells.

A fruit and vegetable smoothie, abundant in natural enzymes, should be consumed early in the day on an empty stomach. This way, resources that would normally go into breaking down your food are instead able to bolster your immune system, strengthen your cells, and fight illness.

Beyond cancer, bromelain’s extremely high anti-inflammatory properties make it a natural treatment for arthritis and bowel disorders. Inflammation is believed to be a root cause of hundreds of diseases. Diet is Key to Fighting Cancer preventing disease is always preferable to fighting it. National Cancer Institute’s Rachael Stolzenberg-Solomon, PhD, MPH, RD, puts it this way: “The easiest, least-expensive way to reduce your risk for cancer is just by eating a healthy diet.”

A variety of fruits and vegetables should make up the largest portions on your plate.
It leaves less room for foods that may be high in saturated fats or preservatives. Karen Collins, RD, nutritional advisor for the American Institute for Cancer Research explains, “You’re looking at creating something for a lifetime. If each month or so you enjoy [one more vegetable], then that’s great.”
To read  the rest of the article “6 Natural Cancer  Fighters You Need in Your Diet” click here and then scroll down.

My thought for today.
Wisdom is to the mind what health is to the body. - Francois De La Rochefoucauld*
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Saturday, November 10, 2012

Fox - our temperamental mare.

Following is a story from my adolescent time, and as the German proverb says: “Beautiful is our adolescence, but it will not come back.” I hope you enjoy this story. Picture: I was twelve years old. - Werner

Our temperamental mare named Fox (Fuchs in German) because of her colour; the only other colour was a white strip on her face.

See photo: Fox and me during the war.  I loved that horse, I was really attached to Fox and I can remember vividly that I cried when she died. I could say that Fox was our (one horsepower) “motor”. She pulled our wagon full with produce from our farm, or us, if we wanted to go somewhere. That was the normal mode of transport then. She pulled the big sledge in winter with the whole family on it, going on short excursions to enjoy the wintry white landscape. In summer, Fox was particularly invaluable in pulling the plough and other farm implements to till our fields. But I derived my greatest pleasure from Fox, when I went riding with her on a weekend. And of course there was a “bonus,” she gave birth to two lovely foals in the time we had her.

In the summer time, we put ear caps on Fox (see picture) to keep out the small irritating insects, which loved to “congregate” inside her ears and caused her to constantly shake her head.  I was 12 years old when the photo was taken and, as you would have guessed, it was summer, consequently I was “topless” and I, like all other youngsters at that time, wore braces to keep my pants up - not belts.

Fox was an exceptional horse; as far as horses go, it can be best compared with the characteristics of a dog, friendly to their own people, but wary of strangers. Yes! That was our Fox. I have never experienced this in any other horse.  When strangers approached her she would put her ears back shake her head and give them a dirty look, often for extra emphasis, pulling her lips up and showing her big teeth.  That was the obvious reason why the army didn’t want a bar of her.  Everybody in the village knew about her and gave her a wide berth when she was ‘parked’ somewhere. There was definitely no chance of strangers “horsing around” with her.
In 1939 at the beginning of World War Two, army officers came to our village of Bischoffingen, to confiscate the strong and healthy horses from the farmers, to be used for the war effort.  Fox was one of the many they selected and I was worried that we will lose and possibly never see Fox again. But Fox; true to his wily form showed the army in no uncertain way that she didn’t want to join the army. She displayed her temperament, ears back, shaking her head, pulling up her lips and bucking - and the soldier who was supposed to lead her away was too frightened of her and let go of her. It took only a very short time for the officer in charge to say that they didn’t want her as she would be far too much trouble for the army. I of course couldn’t have been happier with this decision.

I recall one particularly Fox incident as vividly as if it had only occurred a short while ago.  Before every winter, everybody stocked up on coal, which was used for heating.  The coal dealer ordered the coal by railway wagonloads and the villagers went with their horses and wagons to the railway station to pick up their required quantity of coal. Grandfather and I, with wagon pulled by Fox, also went to get our quantity of coal. But to find out how much coal one had loaded we had to drive first with horse and wagon on a big weighbridge to get weighed, then after the coal was on the wagon we had to drive onto the weighbridge again to find out how much coal we had to pay for.

As we arrived at the railway station, we found that a long queue of wagons and horses had already formed and people sauntering about.  This was a slow process as only a couple of railway wagons at a time were opened and everybody had to shovel their own coal into their wagons.  But no one did really mind to queue up, this was a welcome opportunity for villagers to have a chat with each other, about various matters, but the subject that came up invariable, was the war.  But here was extreme caution required not to say something against the Nazi government, you never knew if there wasn’t an informer hanging around – and that would have been a matter of life or death.

Our local blacksmith carried out the shoeing of Fox and I can assure you that there was no love lost between the blacksmith and Fox.  As it so happened, grandfather was talking to someone and standing about one meter away from the hindquarters of Fox. He was unaware that the blacksmith, who was also in the wagon queue, was walking along the wagons and inadvertently came too close to Fox. She put her ears back, shook her head, neighed and at the same time kicked forcefully with her hind legs sidewise and sent grandfather flying. 

The look on Fox's face after this bit of hind leg acrobatics, what a horse would consider a brilliant kick, said it all, “sorry mate that was meant for that darned blacksmith!”  Grandfather got away with a big shock and a black and blue cheek of his “behind,” which lasted for some weeks and it was painful for him to sit on the chair. At a family gathering, grandfather showed us half his colourful buttock and said that the other half looked exactly the same. But he forgave Fox, he knew who the kick was meant for, he just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

We of course all know that life isn’t meant to be easy. I hope you enjoyed this little story. - Werner

My thought for today. - Werner
Beautiful is our adolescence, but it will not come back. -German proverb.

(Schön ist die Jugend aber sie kommt nicht mehr.)

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