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Batter is a semi-liquid mixture of one or more grains used to prepare various foods. Many batters are made by combining dry flours with liquids such as water, milk or eggs; batters can also be made by soaking grains in water and grinding them wet. Often a leavening agent such as baking powder is included to aerate and fluff up the batter as it cooks, or the mixture may be naturally fermented for this purpose as well as to add flavour. Carbonated water or another carbonated liquid such as beer may instead be used to aerate the batter in some recipes.
The viscosity of batter may range from very "stiff" (adhering to an upturned spoon) to "thin" (similar to single cream, enough to pour or drop from a spoon and sometimes called "drop batter"). Heat is applied to the batter, usually by frying, baking or steaming, in order to cook the ingredients and to "set" the batter into a solid form. Batters may be sweet or savoury, often with either sugar or salt being added (sometimes both). Many other flavourings such as herbs, spices, fruits or vegetables may be added to the mixture.
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[Music: Storesund, Lyrics: Olaisen]
Block the menace, the downpour,
The jibber, the ache...
Let the crust blister. It's for you to taste
To immoral for you to digest but,
Did you ever step over the line?
Get up!
Take that second step
What you were is over,
Now it extends
Explode anew bury the old
To extend
To unfold
Everything is just a mess
Think you got me on the ropes
If you thought I wasn't good,
I'll leave you to your woes
To tell you what you needed wasn't enough
I could spell it with a fist
I could tell you,
But I wouldn't miss this
Watch their faces
Pump it up
Knuckle white
It's not enough
The tide breaks against the memories
Are you still here?
Were you ever?
Bleed your fears; I'll raise you up,
Open your mind, oil your thoughts
Turning back did you ever learn a thing?
Your standing between now and "could-have-been"'s
Sick of holding, of caring, of giving a shit