Whenever I’m unhappy, tired, or generally bored, I can’t get enough of cooking shows. I’ll watch just about anything, no matter how artificial, staged, and downright pathetic it is.
My favorites are Chopped, Hell’s Kitchen, Master Chef, and the original Iron Chef. I watch mostly competitions, but I also indulge in straight-up instructional shows like the Barefoot Contessa and Good Eats.
My obsession does not go well with my desire to diet, however. Every cooking show is a parade of heavy cream, crusty bread, and magnificent pastries with so many carbs my fat cells simply burst with delight. I watch them determined not to end up raiding the fridge, but ultimately I do….
Sigh. excuse me while I return to chopped and eat this pint of ice cream.