The spinning bar
One starts off with a transparent and a clear liquid
and ends with a golden yellow concoction that
would be fed to a multitude of hungry yeast cells. Continue reading The spinning bar
Category: Sugary tales
A twinkling tale of buds
regarde, regarde mon petit levure,
those buds and necks, all the same like us.
dois leveduras idoso – ACT II
Venue: At rue de vigata. Inspector Montalbano is busy solving the case ‘Find the lady‘ that men are still glued on too. Women are talking about a new company which is giving 100% interest on their money. The company has a beautiful office in a palatial mansion. Crowd was thronging to deposit their money so that they can double it in a year’s time.
Mood: Cacophony owing to the noise and tense because of the case. Continue reading “dois leveduras idoso – ACT II”
Two yeasts date ):- ö-ö -(:
Overwhelmed by dear dear Niad’s sadness,
of not consuming xylose, the laboratory yeast went
to the wild to acquire better traits to please Ms. Niad.
Musings of yeastly nature
Such simple lives these
Lilliputians live,
Wholly depended on diffusion-
Transfer of nutrients, Continue reading Musings of yeastly nature
meu doce pequeno amigo
Eu sou glicose.
I am glucose
Eu tenho mais energia.
I have a lot of energy
As pessoas gostam muito.
people like me
Eu dou a vida para você,
I give life to you
e também para a alevedura.
and to yeast as well.
~ Continue reading “meu doce pequeno amigo”
Prose-poetry in microbial processes
The cane which was meticulously harvested
by João Marianelli from Nicaragua,
in the vast fields of an hitherto unknown town,
arrived at Unica Pedra,
where the hero(ine) of our drama
inhabited the huge fermentation vats.
[know not the gender of the yeast
we work with, hence this palavra called hero(ine).]
Closing ones borders and other such things…
[How does the yeast know.
When and where to close its boundary.
I shall always wonder.
Often nature is attributed
To a random process.
Yet, it functions.
As though it has a heart
Of its own.] Continue reading “Closing ones borders and other such things…”
An accomplished trip
For many a time after Verduyn,
The world knew not really,
Why must we add T and E,
For cultivations with budding yeasts ?
Knowing you my dear oxygen
{
Yesterday I felt what is it to be disabled.
You see I was working at the anaerobic work station.
What is that contraption you may ask.
For many a time, many others and I,
Have been in search of a place,
Where oxygen lacks its presence,
So that we can conduct our experiments,
In its absence.
} Continue reading “Knowing you my dear oxygen”
