Cake Boss

I love this show.

Every time I watch it, all I can think about is the family I married into and all the parallels: the control freak tendencies; the loud passion; the irritation with anyone who disagrees with them; the food! (and the fact that I'm not really allowed to cook for family events); and so forth. Every time I watch the Valastros, I think of my own, my more diluted but still very much Italian-American family and just laugh. Even better, they *totally* don't see the connection.

The down side? This show is so not good for my waist line! I had already had a bad, ahem, "rest" day. Then I watched the show and, since we didn't have any delectable cake with ganache and I didn't feel like making one. Or waiting. (Really, it was the waiting.) So, I ate ice cream. And ganache. And ginger thins. And chocolate. And then I stopped because it was getting out of control.

I still want cake.

Bad. bad. show.

I so want to visit Jersey just so I can have a canoli.

It's a sickness I tell you!