Don't Change Your Number

Pete doesn't watch cooking shows because he can cook. I watch cooking shows because I might actually learn something. Stop laughing! It could happen. Anyhoo, when I moved into Pete's house, I went from cable to the dish, resulting in the loss of my favorite channel: WLIW Create. Ah well. This is Daisy Martinez, whose show Daisy Cooks! was charming and funny and exciting. Daisy was bright and interesting, the colorful set had a nice vigor, the food looked like you could give her recipes a whirl. Daisy's sofrito, by the way, is to die for. I miss this show.



Thus, I was happy to discover Daisy's new show on the Food Network. Unfortunately, from the first moment of Viva Daisy, it is apparent that something is wrong. Daisy is subdued. Her eyes seldom meet the camera. Her kitchen is in neutral tones, as if an effort was made to blend Daisy into the furniture. I thought Daisy looked unhappy and distant, which made me sad. Sometimes, she lapsed into silence. I acted this way right after Dad died, so I wondered if maybe she was recovering from a loss, which also made me sad. Because I like her. I want her to be happy. I want her to have a TV show where she buzzes around the kitchen singing if that means I get to watch and learn. Imagine my surprise when I read the credits and found Rachael Ray's names among the producers.

Now I wonder if someone told Daisy to speak English and act her age.