Good Food And A Warm Kitchen Are

My Husband Cooks Fancier Food For Himself Than I've Ever Cooked On-air. I Call Him From The Road, And He's Making Champagne-vanilla Salmon Or Black-cherry Pork Chop. Half Of Me Is Feeling Unworthy. Not Only Am I Not A Chef, I'm Not A Better Cook Than My Own Husband!

When I Do A 30-minute Meal, For Instance, On Food Network, That's My Food You See At The End Of The Show And It's Not Perfect. And If Sometimes Things Break Or Drop Or The Pasta Hits The Wall When I'm Draining It, They Never Stop Tape. They Just Kind Of Let Me Go With It.

I Do Sit-ups And Push-ups At Home, And That's About It. I Have A Gym Card, But I Never Go There. It's A Front. I Pay For The Membership Every Couple Of Years, Thinking I'll Be Embarrassed Enough To Go. But Every Time I Go, There's Like People Twice My Age That Look Twice As Good!

That's A Horrible Thought. I Guess Cheese Or Wine. I Think I Might Be Too Depressed To Eat If I Had To Eat Only One Thing For The Rest Of My Life.

When Men I Have Dated Over The Years Whined About, ‘oh, You Make No Time For Me’ – See Ya! I Just Dumped Them. I Don’t Need That Pressure In My Life.