When I was on bed rest while pregnant with my son, we watched a lot of Food Network. My daughter and I bonded over Ina's beach picnics and Rachael Ray's "sammies". But there were a few things that are still bothering me. So I present for you my opinion on all things Food Networky.
- Ina uses way too much mayonnaise. In everything. I have spent a good deal of my restaurant time requesting no mayonnaise on sandwiches and then sending my sandwich back because it seems people cannot comprehend a sandwich with no mayonnaise. Other than mayo overkill, Ina can do no wrong. I don't, however, think it would be in anyone's best interest to eat her recipes every day.
- Giada needs to stop talking with a full mouth. She inevitable takes a giant bite out of whatever Nutella flavored item she has prepared and then tells us how good it tastes while still chewing. I mean, this is basic stuff here. I don't care how great the recipe is or how lovely Giada is, after I've seen it all chewed up it's just gross. And all the Nutella? That's awesome. Nutella is on the short list of items I cannot bring into my home because I will just sit there in a daze with a spoon until it is gone (also on the list - Lucky Charms and butterscotch baking morsels).
- Sandra Lee made some sort of curdish pie filling yesterday. Oh my. Included were (brace yourself) pudding cups and a carton of egg whites. I can see using a pudding mix, but pudding cups? And come on Sandra, crack an egg! It's not that hard! You have a "cooking" show for goodness sake. On one of her Thanksgiving shows, she scraped the filling out of a frozen pumpkin pie to make a dip. This is a show I simply cannot tolerate. There's nothing wrong with simple dishes, but her shortcuts are over the top. Overly processed foods are not always easier.
- Why does the crowd gasp at Emeril's daring use of powdered sugar? Is it really so very naughty? And then the utter shock when he uses a splash of alcohol in something makes you wonder if they stage hands are prepped with smelling salts.
- I love Michael Chiarello. I just do. He is the only chef out there making the same recipes as my Italian grandmother and great aunts.
- I would include a catty remark about Rachael Ray, but other than the loud voice, I think she's just fine. Oh wait! I thought of something. An abbreviation isn't an abbreviation if you explain what it means every.single.time (EVOO!!)