deeper into the curry coma i fall

Dear Anthony (Tony, as I like to call you) Bourdain-

I love you so much. Like you're my bad ass uncle that I can drink with and stay up until 3am hearing all your crazy stories about travel and your crazy drug use in NYC in the 70s. I love night like those, Uncle Tony. What I really like, is when we rip on other culinary TV shows and the personalities on them together. Sigh. Good times Uncle T. Good times.
There is none that irks me more than Sandra Lee from Semi-Homemade. There is something, nay, EVERYTHING, about this show and this woman that makes me shudder and turn the channel before my eyes bleed. Uncle T, you get it. Here's what you think:

(omg you guys! the stepford wife stole my soul.)

Culinary Picks and Pans
"Semi-Homemade Cooking With Sandra Lee" (Food Network)

It's safe to say that former infomercial queen Sandra Lee is not held in high regard by the culinary establishment. After all, Lee's "semi-homemade" cooking concept -- which calls for the use of store-bought, ready-made food... more -- runs counter to many of the beliefs espoused by serious chefs and food lovers, who believe that all Americans can and should prepare their own meals with fresh ingredients. Nevertheless, Sandra Lee's approach to cooking, in addition to her good looks and middle America appeal, has made her a popular TV host and successful cookbook author. Just don't expect her to appear as a guest on "Martha" any time soon.

Anthony Bourdain: She makes her audience feel good about themselves. You watch her on that show and you think, "I can do that. That's not intimidating." All you have to do is waddle into the kitchen, open a can of crap and spread it on some other crap that you bought at the supermarket. And then you've done something really special. The most terrifying thing I've seen is her making a Kwanzaa cake. Watch that clip and tell me your eyeballs don't burst into flames. It's a war crime on television. You'll scream.

Bourdain. I heart thee. Call me. We'll drink until we can't feel feelings. I promise.

Hugs, Beer, Cigarettes and Pork Meat-

Miss Wint