Food Network At South Beach.

Because I have no real life, I'm watching reruns of
Food Network at South Beach.
Le sigh.
Sad?
Oui.

I'm immediately struck by Wretched Ray.
Does this woman have a mirror?
Does she have a stylist?
If so, that person should be fired immediately.
If not, then get thee to Stacy London and Clinton Kelly, PRONTO!

Oh my.
This is just so, so sad.

Pitiful, little pork cutlets.

Hmmmm, Rache?
You are no Giada.
Don't even try.
DO.NOT.GO.THERE.

Such an unfortunate wardrobe choice.