I love Sunday mornings. Church? Nope. Big fancy breakfast? Nope. Cleaning and tidying up for the coming week? Nope.

It’s that grand time when the dogs are parked on my tummy, I’m parked on the sofa, and the Food Network is on the tube. I can’t cook. Literally. Ask my kids. No matter how close I stick to recipes, nor how hard I try, I just can’t seem to crank out a decent meal. I’ve actually made myself physically sick from eating my own food concoctions. It’s quite pathetic.

However, for some reason, which I’m assuming is similar to penis envy, I can’t get enough of the Food Network shows. I’m particularly fond of Barefoot Contessa, Ellie Krieger, Bobby Flay, Brian Boitano, Paula Dean and Guy Fieri.

So it was much to my squeal-ee gushy delight when I looked up from the pups to see our own beloved Terry Chandler on Guy’s Big Bite this a.m. Lovely!

Just to bring it on home, today at Fred’s, you can get some of that delectable Outlaw Chef grub, but also get some music from a few of my favorites, Terry Rasor, Kurt South and SouthBound Lane.

I gotta hit the new Performing Arts Center dealio, but I think I’ll cut that short and head to the Fort…yeah, sounds like a plan.