Well, obviously, I'd rather treat you to some drool-worthy culinary awesomeness. I mean, you can be hungry, feeling like you'd eat if someone drove you to the drive-through, and then on comes Giada or Rachael and you're salivating beside the television in three days' worn pajamas. You're "Tom Hanks on an island shouting for Wilson" hysterical, "Jessie Spano on diet pills" crazy, or "Katie Holmes breaking free of Scientology with a younger body double of Mr. Vanilla Sky" excited. Because there's FOOD. It's delicious. And you want it now.
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