The one in post 22 of this thread?
:o um, yep…that’d be the one.
Speaking of which, while I was amused by Bourdain’s characterization of Sandra Lee as a “Hell Spawn” who “Must Be Stopped,” and further invective of a similar nature in this thread, I must confess, I’d never actually seen her show for myself. I had the general gist from this and other rantings, and I assumed I was able to imagine the tenor of the experience, but I hadn’t witnessed it firsthand.
That oversight has now been corrected. TiVo had apparently recorded an episode of Alton Brown earlier in the day, and was still on the Food Network when I came home and flipped on the tube. There, I found, was Sandra Lee herself. Curious, I put down the remote, and watched.
Bourdain is incorrect. She is not “Hell Spawn,” a creature of the abyss. She is the very Devil, the one and only, a bosomy Beelzebub.
She was doing the show on a Rhode Island beach. The theme was “Clambake.” She was wearing a short empire-waist babydoll dress, sort of like this, except red, and with the collar and plunging white-trimmed neckline of this. It was hideous; the general effect wasn’t quite as bad as this but it was close.
The result of this outfit, needless to say, is that every time she would hold something up for a closeup, it was right in front of her cleavage, giving the camera, and therefore us the viewers, a terrifyingly intimate view of her leathery hooters.
But that’s not why she’s The Devil.
No-- it’s because of the food. Now, I won’t bother to describe the “fish tacos” with “peach salsa.” I won’t bore you with her repeated references to “tablescape.” There’s no point in detailing the horror that was frozen pound cake spread with strawberry cream cheese. I suppose it’s worth mentioning her smugness at recounting the transfer of the bag of pre-made coleslaw mix into her own plastic bag, but I shan’t dwell on it.
The only thing you need to know comes from her assembly of the aforementioned “clambake.” She put a few ingredients into a pot – chopped shallot, bottle of white wine, nothing complicated – and described cleaning the clams and mussels and checking them for safety. And then she proudly displayed a store-bought jar of crushed garlic; as she spooned some into the pot, she said, and I quote, with emphasis added by me:
“Look at how well mashed that is. Don’t you just hate biting into an actual piece of garlic? I sure do.”
I rewound and watched it again to be sure I’d heard it correctly.
No mistake.
So Bourdain is right about one thing: She Must Be Stopped.
Holy christ, I am laughing so hard, I won’t be able to sleep now…thanks alot!!! 
Oh, the humanity. Cervaise was that the episode where she’s talking about how easy a picnic at the beach is – surrounded by her dozens of hotplates, with nary an electrical outlet in sight? That woman just doesn’t live in the same world as the rest of us.