Posted on 09/16/2025 4:27:19 PM PDT by SunkenCiv
Someone's lunch was full of whole grains.Up in the high passes of the Bernese Alps, a team of researchers found a box. It was about 8 inches in diameter and made of pine, willow, and larch. It was 4,000 years old.
Now, the scientists report in a new paper, published in Scientific Reports, they have discovered traces of what was once held in the box -- someone's lunch (or dinner or breakfast).
The team thought that the box might have held porridge and looked for traces of milk. But they found nothing. Instead, using a newly developed technique, they were able to find traces of spelt, emmer, and barley inside the box.
As The Local reports, there's no way of knowing exactly why the box was carried up high in the mountains, but it might have belonged to a farmer grazing cattle on a mountain plateau or a traveller crossing the mountains. It's not a stretch -- there's probably a trail mix on the market right now that features spelt, emmer, and barley. A good lunch is a good lunch, at any time in history.
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Absolutely. Interestingly, there are plenty of stories of people who, when captured by Indians (Native Americans) simply acted crazy, and sometimes, Indians would leave them alone.
Many Indian cultures were afraid of insane people and didn't want anything to do with them, even didn't want to kill them.
By the way, it is funny how you can remember the name of someone who bullied you-I can see their face, but cannot remember their names!
I do remember the name of one guy who bullied me, probably for only two reasons:
First, he wasn't really seriously bullying me. He was the biggest guy in my class, and when he "bullied" me, it was not really all that adversarial-he would put me in a headlock and walk around with my stumbling 12 year old self being dragged behind. He would give me a noogie, all the while mildly giving me crap. There was oddly nothing malicious about it.
Secondly, he came from a family of nine kids, and his kid sister (Marilyn Bangle) was the first girl I ever kissed while playing spin the bottle in a concrete culvert near the Subic Bay Kalyaan Officers Club. I don't know if he knew that, but I remember thinking his headlock might not have been so loving if he had known!
Hahahahaha...that’s great! What eight year old kid wouldn’t love one????
Does it come with a thermos?
You are most welcome, FRiend.
No Mary?
{{ American pickers went gagga over old lunch boxes.}}
Have an orgasm!
https://www.columbuscollectivemuseums.com/the-lunchbox-museum/
...and get hit all the time!
Hahhaahaha!!
My 6th grade teacher, Miss Mary McCarthy, gave our class a lesson on bullies and recounted how a student (grand father of a current class member) had tamed a bully with a suitable stick. She encouraged such activity.
It is good advice!
For me, I had to get to the point where any pain or blood that might be incurred in a potential ass-kicking of me was fully overcome by the anger and embarrassment at being picked on.
To just pick up the stick (or, as my mother would implore me, to “sit on him”) would have been a leap for me, but...it would have learned me that lesson quicker!
Speaking of lunch boxes, at the Walmart checkout counter yesterday they were selling lunch boxes for $40. Some sports guys are on them.
Hey, mansions with seven stall garages filled with Lambos cost money, and somebody’s gotta pay for ‘em.
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