I love Ina Garten. I love her simple yet elegant approach to cooking. I love that her laughs always come from deep within her belly, and how, despite her obvious wealth (hello brand new barn in the Hamptons!) she is so gosh-darn unpretentious. I love how she still giggles when her husband, Jeffrey, is around, and that she dedicates every one of her cookbooks to him. On that note, I love how she is pretty much incapable of writing a bad cookbook.
Yes, Ina is my cooking idol, except for one teensy, tiny little problem: sometimes, I think she is trying to kill me.