Oh baby. Preheat your oven to 350 degrees, this is going to be a wild ride.
Food network is the default setting on our TV. Despite what you are thinking, this is NOT my choice. I moved in with an awesome chica a year ago, and she just so happens to be a most fantastic cook, and blogger for that matter. I never watched before I moved in, but now I’m hooked. Rachel Ray and her “healthful” 30 minute meals are incredibly entertaining, Giada’s obsession with flaky crusts make my stomach grumble and tuning in to see what color button down shirt Ina Garten is wearing is very amusing.
Let’s face it, I am not really watching for anything but the food. The well-lit and stylized plates of steaming pasta, golden crusts on pot pie and the slow explosion of molten cocoa coming out of moist chocolate cake make me drool and I do mean drool. It’s as if I am a 12-year-old boy who has discovered his dad’s porn collection. I know it’s wrong but I just.can’t.look.away.
Even now, as I see a shiny silver spoon pierce the flesh of a perfect chocolate lava cake and watch as the creamy chocolate lava spills out in an explosion, I can’t change the channel. Mostly because this time, it’s not on tv, it’s right in front of me. I should change the tag from awesome roomies to EVIL roomies!
