The amount of joy I feel watching this is inversely proportional to that of the all the people in it. They all start frowning and looking serious just when I start giggling and pumping my fist in the air.
Really? The other people make it for me. Specifically, the range of shock and betrayal that plays across the black guy's face, and the lady guiltily passing a ham to her husband as the camera pans at the end. Clearly it's a scuttled follow up shot, found to be unnecessary.
Yeah, that was the best part for me too. She has this fed up look on her face, as if she resents Paula for getting hit with a ham because it interrupts her schedule. Damn ham celebrity chefs with their hammy close ups.
Are you kidding me? Judging by her cooking if her heart hasn't popped like a zit by now, chances are it never will. It probably converts all that cholesterol into stamina and luck.