Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Ina Garten: Be My Wife



If you have yet to wander over to the Food Network, please do so at 12:00 p.m. and 5 p.m. EST every weekday. There's only one person with the balls to hold the best cooking show ever created during these times, and her name is Ina Garten.

It's true, Barefoot Contessa has found its way to me, sneaking through the back door to my brain and controlling my everyday actions, making me do things, like cook. Have a frown on your face for those 30 minutes, I dare you. It's impossible; life is just a bit of terrific during these precious moments of intimacy inside Ina's kitchen (that's what she said?).

In the Hamptons, it's all about the best ingredients. Give them a rough chop, put them in the bowl, stir, add some salt for flavor, and be sure to cook it all together to bring even more flavor out. Here are just some of the words I use to describe her cooking: flavor, lovely, perfection, delicious, unparalleled, the best, Jesus Christ, Moses, Michael Jordan, King Arthur. If Ina was my wife, I'd never leave the house. In fact, I would gladly lay down with her and do whatever she wanted, just so long as she had some of that risotto with the roasted asparagus, or some of that grown-up mac and cheese.

In any case, I'm smitten. She's the ying to my yang, the abra to my cadabra, the nuzzle to my muzzle.

If you like food, then do yourself a favor: add some flavor to your life, turn on Ina midday, sit back, relax, and imagine a life on the back porch in the sun, sitting in your white wooden chair without a care in the world except for what you're going to eat next.

Barefoot Contessa, you just might be the most delicious show on television.

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