January 18, 2012 – Little did I know that my lovely wife would be the first to comment on my recent Paula Deen blog. Lindsay is a fan of Paula Deen as was her dear grandmother. I’ve decided that it wasn’t enough to just leave her words sitting in the comments section, because she has such a way with words that I have placed them here for you to enjoy as a post.
So … in Paula Deen’s defense, here is my beautiful wife Lindsay reading me the riot act as only she can do in her own charming way -
Baby, baby, baby…. You are going to catch hell, and rightly so! Are you seriously going to pick on Paula again? First of all, let’s talk about the picture you have decided to embellish your blog with. OF COURSE you had to choose a picture of the Queen of Southern Cooking stuffing her face. Her pretty smile just wouldn’t have done this blog justice, now would it?
As for Bourdain, he’s freakin’ awesome. But let’s face it… He’s a damn Yankee (from New York City!) that doesn’t know a damn thing about the South, soul food, and sweet tea.
Now, on to the real issue. Do you honestly believe that Paula Deen had the obligation of sharing her medical problems with her audience, fans, and patrons? That’s nonsense! Paula may have known about her diabetes and continued to prepare her “unhealthy” meals for herself and others, but her medical problems shouldn’t be anyone else’s concern! It isn’t up to her or any other TV personality to educate people on the “dangers” of eating high fat, high calorie, and sugary foods. We have an unhealthy, over weight Surgeon General to provide us with that information! Those who are making Paula’s best dishes at home and are visiting her restaurant are CHOOSING to eat her famous greasy fried chicken and gooey butter cakes. And why? For the same reason you eat them. THEY’RE DAMN GOOD!!! Paula is not a hypocrite for having type 2 diabetes and continuing to cook her “lard laden-ed goodies.” She has never once argued to be the epitome of health! (Lord knows she wouldn’t have a fried chicken leg to stand on there!) and I’m pretty sure she’s never claimed her dishes to be good for you… Not in a health sense anyway.
If I know you as well as I think I do… You don’t really believe what you wrote. At least not all of it. If you did then you would agree with all of those who blame McDonald’s for ramming Big Macs down their throats and super sizing their fries and ultimately making them fat. (Which of course is why they had to sue the restaurant for not having booths large enough to accommodate their fat asses.) I believe I just won my argument….Mr. Roycroft.
I hope you read this before eating your midnight snack of cornbread and milk. Ooops! too late! — Your Loving Wife