On broadcast are pretty good too, I love the old Julia Child reruns and Jacques Pepin is awesome.

But I gotta tell you..

Christina Pirello is a pustule on cooking in general. Hey, I don’t care if you buy into that whole macrobiotic whole vegan food bullshit, some people also think Obama is a good president. I watch as this horsefaced old cur with no waist and no ass, like a middle aged manin a bowling alley, only lacking the monogrammed pinstriped shirt, and i think to myself, if this is what you get from being a vegan, count me out. And the skeletal, sickly sycophants in the audience oohing and aahing at each faux cheese recipe or catshit looking garden burger fried in hemp oil (I’m not making that up) it makes me want to hurl. If I live fifteen fewer years than any of them, I will consider myself to have lived twenty years better. Who gives this freak a TV show? Especially knowing that (As she says herself) she became a vegetarian just to piss off her father the butcher. Sorry, honey, the “Stick it to daddy” tantrum has outasted it’s cuteness.

I guess public television has to cater to it’s base.