So, when that recipe screams for 3/4 pound of butter, grab three sticks with the confidence of a Viking raiding a bakery. You now possess the ancient knowledge that makes you the hero of your kitchen. Your cookies will be flaky. Your cakes will be moist. Your arteries will wave a tiny white flag.
And if anyone asks how you knew, just smile mysteriously and say, “Butter runs in my veins.” Then eat a raw stick of butter while maintaining eye contact. That’s what I do. It’s not a phase, Mom. It’s culinary enlightenment.
