So, this is what I'm wearing on the Food Network's "Throwdown with Bobby Flay" huevos rancheros episode. It airs tonight. I'm pretty sure I won't be able to watch it — hate seeing myself on TV, hence why I have not auditioned for "American Idol." Plus, I can't sing. Plus, I'm too old for them. Stupid age limit.
Celeb chef Flay and his entourage blew into town a few months ago for a showdown with Teresa's Mosaic Cafe, owned by the lovely Matias family. A Phoenix chef and little ol' me were judges for the dining duel.
Things came together pretty quickly — and I was sworn to secrecy — so I had to agonize on my own about what to wear. TV's hard — so many rules. No black. No white. No patterns. So, I went safe — J Crew, baby, all the way. I'm fairly sure this outfit's something Emma the OCD high school counselor on "Glee" would wear. At least it's not a Sue Sylvester track suit, although truth be told, no one would have blinked had I shown up dressed that way. Everyone was way casual.
So anyway, I am optimistic that my screen time will be mercifully brief. I'm pretty sure I sucked, this despite a lengthy TV station internship and assorted appearances over the years on news segments and even a now defunct talk show. Not only did I need several takes every time I opened my mouth, I walked briskly past the star of the show himself when I was supposed to stop and shake his hand. Really. You can read the whole sordid story here.
Rachael Ray is safe. For now.






