Her backstory is admirable. She had something like agoraphobia, needed to work, started cooking and baking and selling food, and is now a small industry herself. She is cheerful and funny.
Her recipes are atrocious. Do I need to tell you again about her “English Peas” fiasco? Not to mention the fist-sized balls of peanut butter and powdered sugar, or the bread pudding made with Krispy Kreme donuts.
Paula, you see, discovered some years ago that primates like us crave sugar and fat. So: her recipes revolve around those two things. (I will not soon forget her show on which two big muscular guys carried a huge block of butter to her on stage, as if it were a royal palanquin. Or the recent incident in which a muscleguy smeared butter on his abs and commanded Paula to lick it off. And she did! And then rode him around the stage. But I digress.)
Paula discovered a couple of years ago that – gosh! – she had developed adult-onset (type 2) diabetes.
She did not speak of this until very recently, when she struck a deal with a drug company, Novo Nordisk, to become their spokeswoman.
Guess how she’s dealing with her (at least partially self-inflicted) disease?
She’s walking on a treadmill. She’s not drinking sweet tea anymore. She is (presumably) taking medication.
She continues, however, to be a spokeswoman for Bad Sugary Fatty Food.
Kids: turn away from her. Don’t watch her show anymore. Ignore her. I did a few years ago, after the Krispy Kreme bread pudding. She’s a freak. She’s cute and winsome, but she’s not a role model.
Even Fox News agrees with me. And how often do you suppose that happens?
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