I Love Cooking Shows!
- Colleen Turner
- Apr 28, 2022
- 5 min read
My love of cooking shows started long before the Food Network. I just love them. Always have.
As a toddler, I had a very severe case of pneumonia, leaving me with a twice annual bout of bronchitis, usually in the spring and fall. As a result, all through my grammar school years, I was home at least 7-10 days at a time, propped up on the living room couch for easier breathing, eating poached eggs on toast, popping Smith Brothers Wild Cherry Cough Drops like candy and watching daytime TV.

Image courtesy of the internet. I. Loved. These. Things!
Sure, Dinah Shore and Merv Griffin circa late-60s were fun to see, but it was catching up with my friends Julia, Graham, Jeff and Justin “I gar-on-tee” Wilson that made missing school and my pals bearable (yes, I mean you, Alan, my best-friend-in-the-whole-wide-world).
And this was long before Mildred-Martha-Theresa-Studley-Kelly welcomed me into her kitchen and showed me in real-time how it was done.
So, imagine my delight when the Food Network launched in 1993! I actually had a reason to not only purchase a real TV (larger than 12"), but to also finally get cable (why at the age of 32, single and living alone I refused to pay for cable is a story for another blog). Suffice it to say, my thirst for cooking tips, ideas, tricks and tasty tidbits caused me to cave.
At the time, I was living in the North End of Boston. As Mayor Tom Menino (God rest his soul) would often tell me, “I may be the Mayor of Boston, but you, dear, are the Mayor of the North End.” And I was.
That's Mary Fiumara in the original commercial (click the image to watch). My apartment was where you see the fire escape on the right.
I befriended every neighbor, restauranteur and wise guy in the ‘hood. (Just kidding…there were no wise guys…wink, wink.) I lived on Powers Court, the original courtyard where Mary Fiumara hung out the window yelling for Anthony Martignetti in the original Prince Spaghetti advertisement from back in the 70s, but I digress. I was working in the Back Bay for Saunders Real Estate Corporation before I started my own public relations firm, TurnStyles.
Heady times those. I shilled for Ringling Bros. Barnum & Bailey, First Night Boston, Michael Flatley’s Lord of the Dance, U.S. Olympic Gymnastic Team Trials and more. So much more fun than creating marketing pieces for overpriced commercial space on Newbury Street.
Working out of my apartment afforded me the chance to not only indulge my cooking show habit, but I was also able to actually take the time to cook many of these dishes.
My friends and muses included Emeril, Ming, Tyler and Alton (I especially liked his scientific take on cooking). Just as the millennium hit, I found my newest crush, hunky Tyler Florence.
I always had made some version of a Chicken Pot Pie, but in 1999 I was gifted The Barefoot Contessa Cookbook (her show, Barefoot Contessa, wouldn't air on Food TV until 2002). I tried her recipe and it was good, but it was missing something. (NOTE: dear reader you will quickly realize I think EVERY recipe is missing something and ultimately tweak it until I make it my own.) In this instance, it was flavor. But a little of this, a shake of that, and voila, another winner-winner-chicken-pot-pie-dinner is born.

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