There is nothing that I find more infuriating than the lack 'o TV on Sundays. As I wind up my early morning Coronation Street fix, I commence with the surfing of channels...cuz thats what I do Sundays. I am not ready for the world till at least 12pm.
So as most of you who know me would expect, I drift to the Food Network. What happened to my precious station? I used to be saturated in the wonder of their programming - from Emeril's incessant BAMMING, to Good Eats, and on to a dose of East Meets West with Ming Tsai...I used to have Sundays locked up with a full day of kitchen fun. Its made me the foodie I am today.
Today - fun - not so much. I am forced to choke down "Cooking for Real". Some babe from the south qualifies as a celebrity because her "Gramma" taught her "real cookin". I don't know about that - I can't take a woman poured into a pair of jeans, loaded down with jewelery, topped with a ratty weave flying everywheren choppin up a catfish seriously. I ain't buyin it sista - go back to the club and get your groove on....and take yer vittles with you.
But the point where I know my wagon is hitched to the wrong star is when the title sequence of the following program yields this question: "What would Brian Boitano Make?" Really? Is this all you have under the hood Food Network? Brian Boitano? I'm guessing he's spent all of his figure skating empire entertaining all of his he-friends, and livin large. Now he's broke and needs to broadcast exactly how he'll use chorizzo this time as a party dish, so that the sponsors can fund his gatherings. Sell your medals B-ri
Oddly, Brian Orser and Kurt Browning never show up to enjoy his array of dips and tooth pick fodder. Maybe they don't care what Brian would make either!
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