Tonight as I was driving home on the hated Pennsylvania Turnpike, Trent Hendricks (the guy who created the place where I work) called me to tell me that he'd just gotten off the phone with somebody from the Fox Network. He wanted to know if I had heard of a show called "Hell's Kitchen" and would I be up for going with him to a taping in Princeton and setting up at a booth at a farmer's market.
I was like, yeah of course I've heard of it, but other than the obvious (Very talented but angry chef capitalizes on his ability to scar the sh-t out of people to make the world pay attention to him.) I don't know anything, nor have I ever wanted to (I've never watched the show.)
But I said "sure." I mean, I'd much rather work at the farm and cook. But what was I going to say, "Nah, go yourself?" I don't think so. And who knows, maybe something good will happen.
I promise I'll take pictures.