The question came up, “What exactly is a pimento?”
When I Googled the answer (a cousin of the red bell pepper), I stumbled on The Pioneer Woman’s recipe for pimento cheese. I followed the link. I thought, “I kind of dig her – and I hope no one ever finds that out.” It’s not the most masculine thing in the world to admit you have a thing for a TV chef.
Truthfully, secretly, I thought The Pioneer Woman was a sweet, folksy, stay-at-home mom, stuck in the middle of cattle country, blogging her way to an empire. I thought it was a classic, rags-to-riches story. I even Googled where she lives, finding an anonymous road in the middle of nowhere. Gullible as I am, I figured if she could write books, get on TV, and even secure a movie deal – all by blogging from this unassuming patch of land – I could do it, too. I want to build an empire – all from my own unassuming basement. The Pioneer Potter, as it were…
Then, I discovered she lives on nearly half a million acres. That unassuming road is just on the edge of her massive estate. Apparently, she was a millionaire even before The Pioneer Woman. No humble beginnings. No rags-to-riches. No bueno. The kitchen where she films her show isn’t even real. Sadly, the luster is gone. Time to move on.
I wonder what Paula Deen is doing… ∆
