I finally caught an episode of Nigella Lawson’s cooking show yesterday, on the Food Network. I had always heard about her, and had seen her cookbooks in the bookstores, but never really considered getting anything of hers.
And then I saw her show. And? I experienced being an adolescent boy in the throes of puberty all over again, afraid to stand up in case, well, you know. I swear, she looks at the camera, runs her tongue over her lips, and goes, “ooo, I love that.” I swear, she gives new meaning to the term “food porn.”
Must. Get. The. Food Network.