From Our Kitchen To...

I’ll keep this brief…and forgive the tone. Momma hasn't had any coffee in two days. TWO. DAYS.

And by the way, don’t judge me for avoiding this whole SOPA boycott. I don’t know enough about it to gripe, nor do I care. Frankly the more people who can’t access Wikipedia today, the better off we all probably are. That site really shouldn’t be anyone’s brain cereal, right?

To be honest, maybe we SHOULDN’T use the internet for a while…then maybe we would learn how to dial a phone, flip through a card catalog or better yet, actually WALK over to our neighbor’s house to say “LOL your car windows are down again and it’s raining!”. I know MY neighbors were always courteous enough to give me that message directly. Um. Not that I’ve done that frequently or anything…I mean…that’s never really happened. Anyway…



Moving on.

What I really wanted to vent, gripe, biatch about is the barrage of crap being slung at Paula Deen. This woman is my imaginary, supplemental Mother-in-law, after all. You’ve heard her recent “health status - outing” yes? She was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes a couple of years ago and very recently came out about it to the public.

Here are my issues:

(A) Good for her for coming out to the public about this in order to raise awareness of the disease. BUT by no means do I feel as though she OWES us this information. This is her own private health care status that she has chosen to share with her fans and others who may be suffering from the same thing.

(3) Do I hold her responsible for anyone who may have developed Type 2 Diabetes from following her recipes? HELL NO. If you are ignorant enough to believe that you can eat meals that require “two sticks o’ buttah” on a regular basis without falling victim to heart disease, diabetes, high blood pressure, then I got nothin’. Wake up and smell the Kashi.

(%) And who CARES if she's going to be a spokesperson for a diabetic treatment pharmaceutical. Really? I'd much rather see HER sweet, blue-haired self, callin' me Darlin' on those commercials, than one more with the side-by-side pillow-talk bath-tubs. We get it...he finally got it up.

(Z) How is this different then every overweight, diabetic person blaming McDonalds for their woes? It isn’t. There are plenty of people who eat McDonalds in moderation and are perfectly healthy, as are those of us who salivate at the mere mention of Paula’s recipes…again, in moderation.

She is a talented woman who owes us nothing more than she has promised…which are wonderfully tasting, down-home, Southern-style meals. I’d love to see if any of the other (ahem) ”less –than-slender” television cooks, chefs, round-the-world food connoisseurs would be willing to throw THEIR health status on the table (again with the puns) and be held accountable for all the food they’ve displayed, prepared, tested, advertised over the years. Maybe some would have “No Reservations”…but I’m guessing there are others who may feel a bit like a “Naked Chef”.

(Ba-dum-bum)

Show is over folks…tip your waitress...go home…good night.