I’ve written about that darned Paula Deen before, and her temptress ways. Well, she’s at it again! I was very busy working on Dreamboat this evening, when I happened to hear her voice in the background, talking about Bananas Foster.
I hate to admit how easily I can be distracted, especially when it comes to food, but what could I do? She was waving butter in my face! I had no other choice but to succumb to her siren song. I was watching her intently:
Melt that buttaah! (siiizzle)
Mix in the brown sugaaah… (bubbling)
And don’t fuhget the dark rum (sip, sip)
The drool was threatening to leak out of my mouth and wet my shirt.
A Message to Ms. Paula Deen:
Paula, stop this nonsense! It’s just not right. Until someone invents some sort of Sci-Fi / George Jetson portal where I can stick my head through the TV set and smell and taste what you’re cooking, stop making the good stuff. A girl should not have to suffer like this. Instead, make something I can resist: brown rice and boiled cabbage.