Guilty Pleasures

Wednesday is my TV night. Lately, Bob's been at the hospital most Wednesday night delivering some babies so I chuck the kids in bed and watch Bravo's Top Chef. I don't know how I got hooked on that show. I mean, I hardly ever watch a whole show start to finish anymore because someone always needs something or I get sucked back to the computer, but I love to watch Tom Colicchio make his "I'm sure this is going to be a horrible dish, but I'm let you hang yourself because I'm going to have to eat it anyway" face or listen to Anthony Bourdain, the funniest of the guest judges, tell some poor chef that he's eaten better food pulled out of a log under some beaver dam.

Of course, I'm not ever going to make anything that looks like anything anyone's ever made on that show. I generally hate fish, wine, olives, bleu cheese, honey, and all sorts of stuff that people seem to throw together in the name of "haute cuisine". I'm more of a Lean Cuisine type girl, although since LC is owned by Nestle, the evil purveyor of formula and opponent of breastfeeding, I should probably become a hippy, farmer's market type girl. Thank goodness Nestle didn't buy Ben and Jerry's. There's my reality show niche! I'd kick butt on a TV show about trying new ice cream flavors.