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There’s a lot of controversy surrounding butter. Here’s what I have to say about it: I love it, and it makes things taste good; it’s not particularly nutritious–in fact, excess intake can negatively impact heart health. So what’s a person to do?

Eat it. Enjoy it. Don’t go overboard. Only purchase really good butter, or make it yourself.

You can make butter from heavy cream by shaking it vigorously in an air-tight container, which is tedious but trains your bis, tris, delts and pecs (I guess). Otherwise, drag out your stand mixer or food processor to do the trick.

Click here to watch a thorough, easy-to-follow tutorial created by “Uncle Knick Knack”.

We’ve been practicing pastry in school lately, and last night we made genoise, a light, airy (and nearly flavorless) cake. After frosting with fresh butter cream, I decorated the top with juvenile handwriting that read Happy Bday!, intending on freezing the cake and using it to celebrate one of my best friends’ approaching birthday. Unfortunately, the cake is crap and the butter cream separated, producing a streaky, unattractive appearance. No way am I serving this to anyone…

(This picture makes the crap cake actually look decent. It wasn’t.)

…except myself.

As soon as I got into my apartment, I jumped out of my clothes and gorged on this terrible little cake in–you guessed it–my underwear. And as I did, I wondered why I chose to stand over the sink and continue to serve myself sliver after sliver of disaster. I felt like someone was watching me, and I was right–it was my conscience.

This is a lesson to all: if it tastes awful, stop eating it. In fact, throw it out. Get it out of the house. Instead, eat something you enjoy. Once you’re done, you may be annoyed that you consumed more calories than necessary (or humanly acceptable), but at least they weren’t wasted on crap, like mine. See–even dietitians need reminding.

As a current student at The French Culinary Institute (FCI), I’ve been forced to address certain inadequacies of mine. I do not have the reputation of being the most organized cook; often I scramble at the last minute to collect ingredients or equipment for a recipe.

This practice is one hundred percent unacceptable at school, and will even earn you demerits on your written evaluations if it becomes a habit. Which brings me to the culinary concept of “mise en place.” Literally, “put in place” in French, this concept, when practiced and utilized correctly, will transform you into an efficient cook who is completely in control of a recipe’s ingredients and procedures.

Take the time to review the recipe, gather your ingredients, and prep them in advance. The closer you come to feeling confident in executing a recipe, the more comfortable you will feel taking off your pants.

By now, you’ve taken a second or two to type this blog’s URL into the address bar and you’re probably thinking I’m some sort of a pervert–and this is a valid assumption. But I promise, once you get to know me, you’ll find I’m not terribly deviant.

Eating in your underwear is not a soft-core food porn blog, nor will it coerce you into a pseudo-nudist way of life. Instead, it is a resource for food that will make you feel healthy and balanced. Eating in your underwear is a backwards euphemism–a way of saying that you are comfortable and happy in your own skin. It’s a place for people who love food, understand its importance, but don’t take it too seriously, because, as my dad once told me, at the end of the day, “It’s just food.”

So whether you’re wearing pants or not (and I assure you–right now, I am not), you’re always welcome here.