My friends think I’m weird for many reasons, but one of the major reasons is that I don’t have a television in my home.
I don’t mind being weird–my friend Lisa calls this “adorkable”–but people seem really confused when they come over for the first time, get the grand tour, and see eight bookshelves but no TV.
(I’m not exaggerating on the bookshelves.)
I do enjoy TV to help keep me company when I’m doing some other task, so I subscribe to Netflix and marathon various shows while cooking, doing laundry, or packing for a trip like I am right now.
Because I’m always multitasking while watching TV, I don’t really like shows with plots I have to follow, or dialogue that requires a lot of deep analysis. So it makes sense that I am drawn to reality TV, but given that I enjoy plots and deep analysis in general, I can’t really handle The Real Housewives of Atlanta.
Which brings me to cooking shows.
Ina Garten, Alton Brown, Rachael Ray, Emeril Lagasse, Julia Child, Gordon Ramsay, Giada de Laurentiis–oh, how I love you all. I’ve had several cooking shows I’ve been addicted to over the years, and I can watch them for hours on end. Whether it’s a how-to-cook style of show or a competition, I am never bored by this genre. Maybe it’s that I feel like I’m always learning from cooking shows, or maybe it’s that I can immediately apply whatever recipe has been made during the episode.
Either way, my evening of doing laundry and packing for my trip was made much more enjoyable by watching three episodes in a row of The Great British Baking Show (especially Paul Hollywood’s blue eyes, which remind me of Paul Newman’s blue eyes, swoon!).
And now, I will finish watching this thrilling competition centering around baking meat pies, and pray that my daughter sleeps through the night tonight. Woohoo!