Look, if you’re worried about getting thick, don’t glare at the cornstarch bag. Glare at the deep fryer. Glare at the giant tub of butter. Cornstarch is just the innocent looking assistant. It’s the spirit gum that holds the whole delicious mask together.
So go ahead, make that velvety chowder. Dust those tofu cubes for the air fryer. Just maybe don’t eat the bag of cornstarch with a spoon while standing in the pantry at 11 PM. Unless you’re going for that “snow monster” look. In that case, own it, but don’t blame the starch. And remember: life is too short for sad, thin gravy. Use the cornstarch. Just watch the portion of the gravy boat filling your plate.
