So I'm clacking away at the computer this morning, and Food Network happens to be on in the background. My wife turned it on to watch Anne Burrel's show,
Secrets of a Restaurant Chef wherein she revealed the intricate secrets of a ham and cheese sandwich. We both remarked how dumbed down this show was becoming, like somehow Anne's talent was getting chewed up by the formulaic food marketing machine - I thought to myself, I think a line has been crossed. Besides Iron Chef America (which itself is suffering from a glut of Flay and Cora), I don't watch anything on the food network, so I wonder is Food Network suffering from its own success as it tries to trade quality for viewers, ever obsessed with another tenth from the Nielsen family?
Anyway, the most annoying cooking show was yet to come... I kept clacking away through The Neallys without paying much attention, then I was startled by the macaw-like squawking of Paula Dean ... I tried to ignore it and kept clacking, then the squawking literally doubled and I was forced to watch Paula and a Paula impersonator imitate each other is some staged self-congratulatory homage to THE PAULA ... they cooked burgers in puff pastry and poured extra grease on 'em for good measure ... somehow I endured the culinary magic and symphonic animal sounds long enough for this post, then my wife did the right thing and shut the television off.
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