soul sister (m)

Got home early from the rink yesterday, just in time for Oprah.  Don't usually watch Oprah since I'm not home at 4 p.m. most days and also because I find Judge Judy--on at the same time-- to be more entertaining.

Yesterday, however, I found Oprah's show to be fascinating.  She had on Tal Ronnen, a chef who specializes in vegan meals "the best vegetarian chef in the world" claimed the Mistress of Hyperbole.

The fascinating part was not what he cooked, but in watching Oprah eat.  With cameras glued to her, she chowed down unabashedly.  First it was the celery root soup where her eyes lit up when he added cream to the stock and she happily slurped a portion.

Then it was something called "Gardein Scallopini".  A high-protein vegan substance "you can get in any grocery store" (really?  really?).  Supposed to taste like chicken.  They even had 3 members of the audience try it.  All I noticed were fake smiles and lots of sips from their water goblets.

And Oprah?  Her eyes were glued to her plate and she broke off a huge piece with her fork and stuffed it into her mouth. 

Did you ever see the episode with Jerry Seinfeld's wife who showed us how to "sneak" vegetables into our kids' foods...even brownies?  Oprah ate her way up and  down the line of dishes.  Her audience chuckled uncomfortably as she did.

And that was how I felt watching her yesterday.  Uncomfortable.  Oprah has a problem with food.  You can see her whole demeanor change when she is around it. 

I was uncomfortable because I felt like a was looking in the mirror.