During our most recent argument, Mike actually whisked away the butter I was happily consuming on my naan, claiming it would make me fat and raise my cholesterol.
I’m sorry, but huh?
First of all, my cholesterol levels are well within normal, thankyouverymuch. Secondly, I’d be far more concerned about my sugar intake than my love affair with saturated fats. After all, I am the girl known for *occasionally* substituting ice cream in lieu of breakfast.
I eat very healthily in general, aiming for all-natural, organic, raw-if-possible foods, with a modest amount of butter and olive oil and naan, which I know are filled with fat, but they are HEALTHY fats, unlike the horned-and-fanged trans fats located in those scrumptious pies you buy at the supermarket. Except for the naan. Stop judging me.
My only downfall – and I admit it freely – is my
casual enjoyment of addiction to sugar, which I try to keep in check, but Lord knows I am a sucker for anything dipped in chocolate. So I knew I was right about the butter argument.
And then this piece of fried gold appeared on my computer.
God gave me this article to prove you wrong, sweetheart.
See, God invented butter for the good of humanity. Stop this insane prejudice, once and for all.
I love being right.