I'm a big fan of cooking shows -- nowadays, Jacques Pepin is the gold standard. His warm, gentle, lowkey approach to cooking is a breath of fresh air in an age of loud music, quick camera cuts, and hosts who try to hard to be celebrities.
That brings us to stink foot here. I've tried to watch her show more than once. It's nauseating because it's the opposite of Pepin. Here, you're constantly reminded about her, her life, her family, her privilege, etc. I get it. For people who identify with her, she's some kind of hero. But I watch a cooking show for the food and, you know, the cooking. A good editor can cut 50% of the "content" in her program and discover there's considerably less on actual cooking. I get, too, that she's trying to compete with Martha Stewart, but one of those is too many, too. So, as soon as I see her boring suburban mug, I have to switch the channel.
That brings us to stink foot here. I've tried to watch her show more than once. It's nauseating because it's the opposite of Pepin. Here, you're constantly reminded about her, her life, her family, her privilege, etc. I get it. For people who identify with her, she's some kind of hero. But I watch a cooking show for the food and, you know, the cooking. A good editor can cut 50% of the "content" in her program and discover there's considerably less on actual cooking. I get, too, that she's trying to compete with Martha Stewart, but one of those is too many, too. So, as soon as I see her boring suburban mug, I have to switch the channel.