Annoy the veg

Okay, okay, I know it's four years old.  But I live in a broadcasting shadow in which I get only two television channels (both in Spanish), and until cable providers let me choose the channels I receive and price the service accordingly, I refuse to pay for cable television.  Sometimes I'm in a hotel room and near a TV; within a half-hour of watching the dreck playing on the device I don't regret my avoidance of television.

But I miss some fun things, obviously.  Last night my friend Sara told me about Posh Nosh, yet another of those BBC imports that shows up on US public television as a sort of carbon offset for the polluting garbage on the other channels.  I was charmed by her description of it, even before discovering the always-watchable Richard E. Grant plays one of the food snobs.  Anyway, thanks to the episode-stuffed tubes of the interweb, I'm now among its fans.

I think this has such resonance for me since I live in the food-obsessed San Francisco Bay Area, where, honestly, I'm too intimidated to have a dinner party for my hypercritical gourmand acquaintances.  I doubt my choices of olive oil or salad greens would pass muster, though now I know to ask these types pointedly if they have an Aga.

All this on a week with a tight deadline and no room for goofing off.  Damn you, YouTube.