
Shef, on the other hand, seems to really admire Giada’s many pleasing attributes. “Is that Giada?” he asked me while I watched the opening of her show the other night.
“Yeah,” I said.
“And is that Giada?” he asked, referring to a clip of the chef cheerily holding up a live crustacean against airy background music.
“Yes,” I said.
“And is that also Giada?” he wondered, as she toasted some friends with some delicious Italian wine.
“Um hmmm,” I said.
“And is that her?” he pointed at Giada laughing, throwing her head back and tossing her hair.
“They’re all her,” I confirmed.
Shef stared at the screen for a few more seconds. “She’s really nice, Mom,” he said.
“She does seem nice,” I agreed.
“She’s way better than you,” he continued.
Humph.
“Way better than me at WHAT?” I demanded.
“She’s a way better cooker than you, Mom,” he declared, quite sure of himself.
I suppose there’s no denying it.
3 comments:
Shef's been talking a lot of smack lately.
Reminds me of a kid who lives in this house.
Hmmmm. All boy.
I'm wondering about the title of the blog?
Very funny. Very Very funny.
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