I like how-to cooking programs, but some seem a bit too snobbish.
None is more smug, snobbish, and pretentious than the Barefoot Contessa.
The Barefoot Contessa puts me asleep. It has all the entertainment quality of “Knitting for Dollars.”
The Barefoot Contessa and, for that fact, the entire Food Network appeals to smugness, snobbery, and pretentiousness.
This was best epitomized by her turning down a request from the Make-a-Wish Foundation. A small boy suffering from leukemia enjoyed the Barefoot Contessa and wanted to meet her. She turned down a request from the boy through the Make-a-Wish Foundation. She had far too many other important engagements with smug, snobbish, and pretentious people to bother with a commoner that has a disease. This hardly registered with the Food Network or their followers. Why? Because the show and network appeals to the selfish concerns of elites who live only for ‘bon appetite.’ After all, in their world there are no diseases, what we can’t ignore we pay, petition, or zone to keep the diseased from our doorstep.
As much as I don’t like redneck NASCAR or self-indulging over paid athletes, they seldom turn down opportunities like the Make-a-Wish Foundation. This puts the Food Network and the Barefoot Contessa squarely where they belong, below redneck NASCAR drivers and self-indulging over paid athletes.
When a redneck NASCAR driver takes time, for example, away from practice laps at a speedway, not doing so may mean his life. Those drivers need every minute of practice. Missing some precious quality time with smug, snobbish, and pretentious people by a Food Network host just means they don’t gorge themselves for an afternoon.
The Barefoot Contessa shops the stores that only people I avoid go to and buys only crap I try to avoid. I only go in places like that if I have to use the restroom, to which they reply, “It’s for customers only.” So I buy some organic ginger root bubble gum and instead of saying, “May I use your restroom,” I say, “May I use your human recycling facilities. I wish to give back to mother earth.”
The Barefoot Contessa prepares all these great dishes and makes them sound boring. She almost makes it sound disappointing – like when sportscaster Curt Gowdy, a long time Boston fan had to say, “And the Reds win the World Series” after his beloved Red Sox lost to Cincinnati in the ’75. On the other hand I don’t want her to describe cooking and food like the crash of the Hindenburg either.
After the Barefoot Contessa prepares her delicious, but boring meal, boring guest are invited to her home for a meal. I bet it’s a real cat fight around her neighborhood to see who gets invited. I wonder what they talk about when the cameras stop rolling? What else – themselves.