Word is, the Eat Local segment that the CBS Early Show people shot in September will not be airing after all. Yup, just like that.
I’m more disappointed than I thought I would be considering I was praying the camera people would disappear into thin air on the way to my house. But, that’s just the way it goes sometimes. Even in print media, sometimes stories run and sometimes they don’t. There are many factors involved, including whether or not your interview subject bothers to do her hair.
Still, being predictably human, I couldn’t help but run through the usual buffet of emotions associated with my (albeit petty) loss:
My e-mail correspondence with the producer went something like this:
Her: Blah, blah, blah...blah, blah, blah...so it probably won’t run. I’m sorry.
Me: Okay, so next week then?
Her: Well, maybe not ever.
Me: That should give me enough time to figure out how to work my VCR. What day should I set it for again?
Me: We could add some car chases...
Me: Tractor chases?
Me: How about...stampedes. Yeah, maybe all of the animals could escape from the farm and terrorize the city.
Her: Do you really think that’s going to help your cause?
Me: My what?
Me: (sigh) We’re fucked. Nobody’s going to eat local ever again. All because of me. Me and my stupid hair. Pass the rest of those Nestle Crunches.
All right, so what were we talking about? Oh yeah, Cookbook Friday. So, should we do another cookie or are we getting sick of cookies? What? More cookies? You got it.