So, being home in the early afternoons for the past few weeks, I've been able to see lots of "The Barefoot Contessa".
Is it wrong that I want to be Ina Garten?
I mean really----all day cooking delicious food, wearing giant denim shirts..... hobnobbing with hot gay men, amidst hydrangeas in the Hamptons???
(To paraphrase Ina), how great is that?
Speaking of which, the other day, I happened to catch the episode when, her friend, T. R., shows up to learn how to make
love to me a steak dinner. You know the one?
Good heavens.
I'd be more than happy to show him the "good vanilla."
That's all I'm saying.