My husband posted about that culinary Menace 2 Society, Paula Deen
a couple of days ago. We usually end up watching her show on Food Network whenever we run across it, but it's not because we want to learn her recipes or even because we think she's such a compelling show host, personality-wise.
Nope, it's that sheer train-wreck, horrified-yet-can't-look-away factor we experience whenever we see the sheer magnitude of saturated fat, salt, and refined carbs go into her cooking.
Neither hubby nor I are thin people, but good grief-- we would probably be dead within a week of eating her cooking. I never saw the movie "Supersize Me," but I know what its general premise is-- how a man systematically went about measuring his day-by-day physical deterioration after switching to a diet of all fast food restaurant fare.
I'm thinking Paula Deen's food makes the Mickey-D Diet seem downright Heart Smart. If the guy from the "Supersize Me" movie were eating that
, he might have actually expired before his self-imposed experiment was complete.
The problem with trying to parody Paula's show is that her recipes are so over the top it's nearly impossible to exaggerate enough.
Even "The Paula Deen Diet"
is pretty close to the ugly truth of that typical recipe of hers my husband references in his blog.
I never knew such a product as this
existed, but as soon as I saw it on my flist today (courtesy of lt_kitty
)the first thing I thought of was: PAULA DEEN!!! Hell, she oughta have a whole line of butter, bacon, and cheese flavored toiletries.
"For the taaahmes when yew cain't be cookin' mah dee-lishous recipes, yew cain at least be smellin' laaahk 'em!"