Food Network

When I found my apartment four years ago things moved fast. So fast that before I knew it I was moving in and I had a phone line, but I hadn't called the cable company yet. (If you know me, that's almost insane, I can't really live without my TV) Luckily I worked for Comedy Central so most of the shows that I was now going to miss on cable I could catch during work.

However, to my surprise when I plugged my TV into the cable line in my apartment I was awarded with a wonderful surprise. Not only did I have basic cable, but I also had Food Network! This was before I decided to try my hand in the kitchen again (Even though Evan and I got an A in our cooking class I had decided that maybe the kitchen and I needed some time apart) but there were all these shows on Food Network that had the one thing I loved the most...useless information.

I watched Ham on the Street where I learned completely useless facts about eggs and turkey, I watched Semi-Homemade With Sandra Lee where I learned that someone other than me over the age of 10 liked Halloween a little too much (that was until I met my Halloween soul mate Elly!). I watched Unwrapped where I learned way too much about processed food, and I watched Paula Dean's show where I learned how to give myself an early heart attack when adding three sticks of butter to everything.

Eventually, I got cable, then I added HBO and Showtime, and then I got all of the on-demand channels and so on and so forth and I took a break from Food Network. We needed some time apart, but I am pleased to say that the distance DID make the heart grow fonder. I'm back on the FN and it's an addiction I never want to kick again. I need to know more useless information, take today for example, I learned that Americans consume 30 pounds of cheese per person, per year...I'm lactose intolerant...that's CRAZY! Then I learned all about the war between Pizza Hut and Domino's, although to be honest Pizza Hut beats out Domino's every time. I learned that from my frequent visits to Pizza Hut with my dad when I was younger. NOTHING beat that Personal Pan Pizza, with my cool cup for my soda, and my quality time with my dad. Even though it might not have been the most healthy activity, it was the best Saturday tradition that even I would endure an early heart attack for.