Rachael Ray continues her dominance of all media today with an article in the New York Times.
No, I've never been in Queens. OK, just the once, but it wasn't me.
UPDATE: I started this as a comment, but it got to be longish so here it is in the post:
You know, it's kind of fun to trash the popular girl, but I really don't mind her that much. I dislike some of her recipes; and her unrelenting perkiness, which is fun in small doses, quickly grates on my nerves, but she's out for a certain audience and she understands what makes that audience love her.
Good for her. She's not my cup of tea, but I can understand those who like her a lot.
Wait- controversy is good for blog hits, isn't it? What I meant to say, of course, is that she once cooked a dog. Yep. It was a beagle, too. Named "Snoopy". Didn't even belong to her.
OK, OK, she didn't, really (as far as I know). But she did post this on her website under "Rachael-isms":
EVOO is extra-virgin olive oil. I first coined "EVOO" on my cooking show because saying "extra-virgin olive oil" over and over was wordy, and I'm an impatient girl—that's why I make 30-minute meals!
Then why do you always say "E-V-O-O, Extra Virgin Olive Oil", instead of just saying "E-V-O-O"? You're giving us a longer phrase that take MORE time, not less. Crikey!
But she doesn't bug me that much. Really.
I just noticed that you can Ask Rachael Anything. Keep it clean, bud. I'd suggest eliciting her views on the uses of pre-emptive force and economic pressure on rogue states in a multipolar world. But then, I'm a romantic.