Cooking with Style

I was watching a cooking show on TV while making my two minute noodles (rather depressing, actually). The woman was a chatty wee thing that was highly entertaining. Then this happened:

"Ooh, you can tell that this is still quite hot because that sherry is boiling and it's going right up nose! Speaking of things up your nose, my son's left me. Yep, he's left me. Sunday night. I'd like to apologise to him, if he's watching, but he has to apologise to me first. Because I'm right, you know. Oh teenagers, just don't want to do what their mothers tell them. Well, they'll learn. We should have a wee support group for us parents who are too hard on our kids by expecting them to help out. We could all help each other. I'll lead it! So if my son is watching, I really hope you've gotten over this little phase. Just like our mixture here is through with its phase! On to the next step..."

What?! I mean, it was entertaining, I guess, but good Lord!

Oh the dramas of food channels.