Grandma's Kitchen Reality Show

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As my husband watched me energetically peeling a zucchini, with peelings flying all over the counter and onto the floor, he suggested I ought to have my own cooking show, so people could see how it's really done. The more we thought about it, the funnier it became. I wouldn't have everything pre-measured and set out in neat little food prep cups. No, I'd let the video camera catch me rummaging in the cupboards for the ingredients, inevitably knocking a couple things onto the counter. I'd be digging in the not-yet-run dishwasher for the measuring spoons, and hand washing them in haste. There would be rubber scrapers dropped on the floor, dusted off on my ancient apron, and promptly put to use. Wildly sliced vegetables that bounced onto the floor would be rinsed quickly in the sink and tossed into the kettle. I would dash off to the pantry downstairs (twice) for the two things I forgot I needed. Viewers would get to see the permanent stains around the burners on my stove and the ashes from a run-over pie in the bottom of my oven. Unfortunately, they wouldn't be able to smell the lovely smells, or taste the slightly-imperfect-but-very-scrumptious comestibles that were the end result.

Would you watch this show?