If you ask me to name three people, dead or alive, with whom I want to have dinner, Ina Garten would be right up there next to Jesus and Paul Newman, circa 1955. There’s just something so soothing about her voice, kind yet sharp about her demeanor and eloquent in the way she folds heavy cream into a batter. I really think that we could be really good friends. Oh well, restraining orders can wait; the appetite cannot!
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