My wife watches her show all the time on Food Network, and gets pissed at me that I don't eat all that much so she can't whip up big dinners like Giada does.
I fear for Giada. Vin's passionate embraces, as well as his love for good cooking, might lead to a hospital trip or two in her future.
"You hugged her too HARD, Vin!"
"Hey, she made the best fuckin' pasta primavera I ever ate! What'd you expect me to do?"
"Temper that shit, soldier! How the hell are we gonna put her ribs back in?"
"Barbecue 'em!"
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