Mika read from a recent Frank Bruni column on celeb chef Paula Deen’s announcement that she has diabetes and about “the world of food celebrities and food celebrators.”
OF MOUSELIKE BITES AND MARATHONSBY FRANK BRUNINEW YORK TIMESLast week Paula Deen copped. The woman whose best-known burger recipe uses glazed doughnuts in place of a bun announced that she has diabetes. It would have been refreshing if the circumstances hadn’t been so self-serving: she was plugging her son Bobby’s new Cooking Channel show, “Not My Mama’s Meals,” which is devoted to lower-calorie recipes. And she had recently signed on as a paid pitchwoman for a diabetes drug. What’s more, she had waited three long, greasy years since her diagnosis to come out. … Deen’s revelation jolted me in part because people in the business of peddling gastronomic bliss rarely draw such a bold connection between indulgence and its possible wages…While Deen has a preponderance of calorie bombs in her playbook and a heavy hand with salt, a given dish of hers can sometimes be lighter than its haute counterpart. …[H]er oven-fried potato wedges, made with mayonnaise, are 328 calories per serving. The chef Thomas Keller’s “tasting of potatoes with black truffles,” made with cream and butter, is 494. That’s the kind of thing that made me consider some past put-downs of Deen elitist. After all, she isn’t alone in exhorting people to pig out. She’s just unusually cornmeal-crusted, saucy and bewigged about it. I hope she’ll have plenty of company now, too, as she tells some valuable truths about food and consequences, belated as they are.








