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With all the good times I’m having on the Internet these days, I’ve forgotten how important TV is in my life. I mean, I grew up in the warm glow of several TV sets. They nurtured me into the fine young man I am today. OK, I’m shitting you. My IQ took a beating while I was a slave to TV’s enchanting moving pictures with sound. Switching my attention to the Internet isn’t helping. But I digress. My point is, during the long weekend, I reconnected with Mr. TV and I found a therapeutic voice amidst all the whining in reality TV shows, the lame lines in crappy movies, and the moaning of animals during sexy time on National Geographic. I’ve discovered Nigella.
Mmm… muffins.
