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A woman had a sweet tooth.She put one spoonful of sugar into her coffee.She put another.Then she put more spoonful into her cup.But the sugar didn't get wet.Why?
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Is it okay to substitute 24 pks of sweet and low for 1 cup of sugar when making homemade jelly?
24 packets= 1 cupBut the problem is I don't know how well Sweet And Low will work with baking.
How many grams in one cup of popped popcorn?
high i just weighed a 1/3 cup of popcorn it weighed 5g so x 3 that 15g per cupbut when i put the pieces 1 by 1 on the scale it could not recognise the weight obviously not a scientific scale lol so i would estimate it as about 15g per cup but a cup is really a measurement of size not weight (mass) so it will depend on the size of the kernels that you are eating so how well they pop.
What is circe's story in The Odyssey?
"Circe, the Enchantress"From: The OdysseyLow she sangIn her beguiling voice, while on her loomshe wove ambrosial fabric sheer and bright,by that craft known to the goddesses of heaven.No one would speak, until Polites - mostfaithful and likeable of my officers, said:"Dear friends, no need for stealth: here's a youngweaversinging a pretty song to set the aira-tingle on these lawns and paven courts.Goddess she is, or lady. Shall we greet her?"So reassured, they all cried out together,and she came swiftly to the shining doorsto call them in. All but Eurylochus -who feared a snare - the innocents went after her.On thrones she seated them, and lounging chairs,while she prepared a meal of cheese and barleyand amber honey mixed with Pramnian wine,adding her own vile pinch, to make them losedesire or thought o four dear fatherland.Scarce had they drunk when she flew after themwith her long stick and shut them in a pigsty -bodies, voices, heads, and bristles, allswinish now, though minds were still unchanged.So, squealing, in they went. And Circe tossed themacorns, mast, and cornel berries - fodderfor hogs who rut and slumber on the earth.Down to the shop Eurylochus came runningto cry alarm, foul magic doomed his men!But working without dry lips to speak a wordhe could not, being so shaken; blinding tearswelled in his eyes; foreboding filled his heart.When we were frantic questioning him, at lastwe heard the tale: our friends were gone. …Eurylochus tells Odysseus what has happened and begs the captain to sail away from Circe's land. Against Eurylochus' advice, Odysseus rushes to save his men from the enchantress. On the way , he meets Hermes, who gives him a special flower (or herb) - a molu - to protect him from Circe's power. Now she will not be able to turn Odysseus into a pig as she has the others. Still, Hermes warns, Odysseus must make the enchantress swear that she will play no "witches' tricks." Even more determined, Odysseus continues toward Circe's palace. Once he arrives, Circe welcomes him and leads him to a magnificent silver-studded chair.The lady Circemixed me a golden cup of honeyed wine,adding in her mischief her unholy drug.I drank, and the drink failed. But she came forwardaiming a stroke with her long stick and whispered:"Down in the sty and snore among the rest!"Without a word, I drew my sharpened swordand in one bound held it against her throat.She cried out, then slid under to take my kneescatching her breath to say, in her distress:"What champion, of what country, can you be?Where are your kinsmen and your city?Are you not sluggish with my wine? Ah, wonder!Never a mortal man that drank this cupbut when it passed his lips he had succumbed.Hale must your heart be and your tempered will.Odysseus then you are, O great contender,of whom the glittering god with golden wandspoke to me ever, and foretoldthe black swift ship would carry you from Troy.Put up your weapon in the sheath. We twoshall mingle and make love upon our bed.So mutual trust may come of play and love."To this I said:"Circe, am I a boy,that you should make me soft and doting now?Here in this house you turned my men to swine;now it is I myself you hold, enticinginto your chamber, to your dangerous bed,to take my manhood when you have me stripped.I mount no bed of love with you upon it.Or swear me first a great oath, if I do,you'll work no more enchantment to my harm."She swore at once, outright, as I demanded, and after she had sworn, and bound herself,I entered Circe's flawless bed of love. …Circe's maidens bathe Odysseus and offer him a tempting meal, yet his mind remains on his captive men.Circe regarded me, as there I satdisconsolate, and never touched a crust.Then she stood over me and chided me:"Why sit at table mute, Odysseus?Are you mistrustful of my bread and drink?Can it be treachery that you fear again,after the gods' great oath I swore for you?"I turned to her at once and said:"Circe, where is the captain who could bear to touchthis banquet, in my place? A decent manwould see his company before him first.Put heart in me to eat and drink - you may,by freeing my companions. I must see them."But Circe had already turned away.Her long staff in her hand, she left the halland opened up the sty. I saw here enter,driving those men turned swine to stand before me.She stroked them, each in turn, with some newchrism;and then, behold! their bristles fell away,the coarse pelt grown upon them by her drugmelted away, and they were men again,younger, more handsome, taller than before.Their eyes upon me, each one took my hands,and wild regret and longing pierced them through,so the room rang with sobs, and even Circepitied that transformation. Exquisitethe goddess looked as she stood near me, saying:"Son of Laertes and the gods of old,Odysseus master mariner and soldier,go to the sea beach and sea-breasting ship;drag it ashore, full length upon the land;stow gear and stores in rock-holes under cover;return; be quick; bring all your dear companions."Now, being a man, I could not help consenting.So I went down to the sea beach and the ship,where I found all my other men on board,weeping, in despair along the benches.Sometimes in farmyards when the cows returnwell fed from pasture to the barn, one seesthe pens give way before the calves in tumult,breaking through to cluster about their mothers.bumping together, bawling. Just that waymy crew poured round me when they saw mecome -their faces wet with tears as if they sawtheir homeland, and the crags of Ithaca,even the very town where they were born.And weeping still they all cried out in greeting:"Prince, what joy this is, your safe return!Now Ithaca seems here, and we in Ithaca!But tell us now, what death befell our friends?"And, speaking gently, I replied:"First we must get the ship high on the shingle,and stow our gear and stores in clefts of rockfor cover. Then follow me, to seeyour shipmates in the magic house of Circeeating and drinking, endlessly regaled."They turned back, as commanded, to this work;only one lagged, and tried to hold the others:Eurylochus it was, who blurted out:"Where now, poor remnants? Is it devil's workyou long for? Will you go to Circe's hall?Swine, wolves, and lions she will make us all,beasts of her courtyard, bound by her enchantment.Remember those the Cyclops held, remember shipmates who made that visit with Odysseus!The daring man! They died for his foolishness!"When I heard this I had a mind to draw the blade that swung against my side and chop him,bowling his head upon the ground - kinsmanor no kinsman, close to me though he was.But others came between, saying, to stop me,"Prince, we can leave him, if you say the word;let him stay here on guard. As for ourselves,show us the way to Circe's magic hall."So all turned inland, leaving shore and ship,and Eurylochus - he, too, came on behind,fearing the rough edge of my tongue. Meanwhileat Circe's hands the rest were gently bathed,anointed with sweet oil, and dressed afreshin tunics and new cloaks with fleecy linings.We found them all at supper when we came.But greeting their old friends once more, the crewthe room rang with sobs. Then, Circe, loveliestof all immortals, came to counsel me:"Son of Laertes and the gods of old,Odysseus, master mariner and soldier,enough of weeping fits. I know - I, too -what you endured upon the inhuman sea,what odds you met on land from hostile men.Remain with me, and share my meat and wine;restore behind your ribs those gallant hearts that served you in the old days, when you sailedform stony Ithaca. Now parched and spent,your cruel wandering is all you think of,never of joy, after so many blows."As we were men we could not help consenting.So day by day we lingered, feasting longon roasts and wine, until a year grew fat.But when the passing months and wheeling seasonsbrought the long summery days, the pause ofsummer,my shipmates one day summoned me and said;"Captain, shake off this trance, and think of home -if home indeed awaits us,if we shall ever seeYour own well timbered hall on Ithaca."They made me feel a pang, and I agreed.That day, and all day long, from dawn to sundown,we feasted on roast meat and ruddy wine,and after sunset when the dusk came onmy men slept in the shadowy hall, but Iwent through the dark to Circe's flawless bedand took the goddess' knees in supplication,urging, as she bent to hear:"O Circe,now you must keep your promise; it is time.Help me make sail for home. Day after daymy longing quickens, and my companygive me no peace, but wear my heart awaypleading when you are not at hand to hear."The loveliest of goddesses replied:"Son of Laertes and the gods of old,Odysseus, master mariner and soldier,you shall not stay here longer against your will;but home you may not gounless you take a strange way round and come to the cold homes of Death and pale Persephone.You shall hear prophecy from the rapt shadeof blind Tiresias of Thebes, forevercharged with reason even among the dead;to him alone, of all the flitting ghosts,Persephone has given a mind undarkened."At this I felt a weight like stone within me,and, moaning, pressed my length against the bed,with no desire to see the day light more. …
