A few weeks ago the Rachael Ray Show flew me out to New York to do a teeny segment about my kitchen project. It was super fun and super strange and super scary and maybe I’ll write a longer post about it later, but the two main things I learned were
- My brain turns to a pile of goo in the presence of video cameras
- Rachael Ray is even louder in person than you think she would be
Anyway, it’s going to air on Monday. I’m not going to watch it, mostly as a self-esteem preserving measure, so I’d like to request that anyone who does watch it please just lie to me and tell me that I was amazing and a total natural, rather than a weird anxiety monster doing a bad impression of human behavior.
(Fun fact: According to this picture I’m way taller than Rachael Ray, but in my memory she was positively towering over me while we spoke.)
