Ahhhh…. Giada. It’s really not fair. She’s beautiful and skinny. She’s Italian and from a famous family. She can cook… really well. And makes it look super easy. She has perfect finger nails and beautiful hair. She’s bubbly and sweet without being fake. She’s married to a fashion designer. That is almost too annoying just on its own especially since I’m convinced my husband is still wearing clothes from first grade. Sorry, honey! She’s perfectly petite. She had a baby and came back the next week looking two sizes smaller than she used to be. Even when she was 9 months pregnant, you couldn’t tell. She certainly didn’t gain the 70 lbs I did. Stop gasping in horror. I’m tall.

I try not to like her but she convinces me every time that she wants to be my friend.

Giada, I love your show. I love your recipes. I love your cookbook. Every now and then, please throw us average girls a bone and screw up. Have a hair out of place. Or make something yucky. Break a nail. We’re not picky! And while we’re waiting for that, I’ll be in the kitchen making Chicken Tetrazzini, Giada-style.

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