The Food Network ranks pretty high on mindless tv watching for me. Except when Rachael Ray is on...then Food Network becomes the most hated channel among the 851 we get. (Comcast, you kick ass!)
Rachael Ray drives me insane. The voice, the Oprah love fest, the talk show, the books, the Maxim spread, the Yum-o. All of it makes me want to cook 25 minute meals every night of the week out of pure scorn.
At a wedding a few years ago, we sat at a random table to enjoy the bride and groom's offerings from the mashed potato bar and their signature cocktail. (Say it with me...martini...you threw in some juice. Way to be original.) An older couple at the table started whispering back and forth and throwing their eyes my way. Did I have bacon bits on my face?
The wife leaned in, "Has anyone ever told you look like Rachael Ray?"
The husband chimed in, "You even sound like her!"
Oh, the rage. It was boiling over and Mr. News Readin' could see it and braced for a less than sweet response...through clenched teeth, "No, no one has ever told me that."
I am not Rachael Ray's doppelganger. We both have brown hair and brown eyes - that's it. AND my chest is double hers. (Like that's a difficult feat.)
Sooo...when I stumbled across this little nugget - well, you can imagine my reaction.
It wasn't one of despair.
7 hours ago