Once upon a time, someone told me margarine is one particle away from being plastic. I have no idea if that’s true, but in my honest opinion, it tastes like it. When I open a friend’s fridge and that slimy, kinda translucent, chemical induced, fake is the only option I have, it takes great restraint not to point out this shortcoming (and I often do). In fact, I often think to myself… why use anything at all?
Hang out with any cook or a real baker, and they can taste your food and tell the difference. Do I want more of your “famous dessert” or am I saddened that I wasted calories (and who knows what else) on that sweet (read: imposter) treat?
It seems fitting that in this post I harken back to something I posted approximately one year ago: I am on this lose weight, get fit, eat health(ier)y journey because I want to (note: no one told me to do this… here’s looking at you, losers from 4th grade). To date I’ve lost 36 lbs and been keeping it off. Sure in one year I hoped to lose more, but I learned a very important lesson this last year…..
NO AMOUNT OF SKINNY IS WORTH NOT USING BUTTER!!
I would rather be overweight my entire life (and mind you so are most of the women in my family. My mother has the lowest cholesterol of anyone I know, a stellar heart, walks our dog in the evenings, the strongest willpower, and one of the brightest brains I’ve ever met…) than never use butter again. There I said it. Shock and dismay to all of you who think being overweight is the cruelest possibility you’ve ever faced. (please, tell me you feel fat one more time……)
Now, what I am not saying is “Stacey, Bill, Carole… eat all the butter you can find, make all the cookies you can, and eat them all.” No. What I am saying is that, if you’re gonna use a recipe that calls for butter… USE THE FREAKING BUTTER.
Please, feel free to eat half a serving and a gigantic salad on the side if that’s what works for you, but whatever it is, don’t cut corners by using the “ingredient that shall not be named” (see what I did there Harry Potter fans??).
That is all. I’m gonna go make some chicken fettuccine alfredo for dinner. AFTER my workout, after my productive day, and maybe after I eat a giant salad, but you can be sure… that homemade alfredo sauce will have the butter it calls for smack dab in that sauce pan.
You’re welcome.
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