Yesterday Aaron and I were watching “Take Home Chef” on TLC. The premise of this “reality” show is that Curtis Stone, a totally buff, charming Australian guy, a bachelor, who dresses well but wears too much make-up in my opinion, and is even good with dogs and children, goes over to someone’s house and cooks a special dinner for them according to the occasion. Yesterday he was making a romantic dinner for a guy to surprise his girlfriend and her dessert was a diamond engagement ring! (The regular dessert was fancy French cheese wrapped in chestnut? leaves with a drizzle of lavender honey over something. The fruit? The bread?) But what was funny was that after he made them their seared scallops and provencal stew, when he came back after the commercial break for Lyrica, a pain medication, he said “I just knocked-up some polenta…” Wow, I bet a lot of women out there watching wished they were polenta.
