In 2005, I lived by myself in a 2 bedroom apartment for about 6 months. At times it was lonely, so I watched a lot of expensive cable TV.
This was about the time I first watched the Food Network, and I became obsessed. “I could do that!”, I thought. “I could be a TV chef.”
So I rehearsed for my dream job every time I cooked a big meal. I attempted to seamlessly cook and banter about my process at the same time, and it was a disaster.
This is one of the first times I realized that I was a true terror in the kitchen. My food would turn out great, but the mess I left (see picture above from last week) and my wild process, could potentially give viewers massive anxiety.
So I quit rehearsing for my cooking show, stopped watching the Food Network, and started watching the entirety of Six Feet Under. It was the safest choice for everyone involved.