The Martha Show

We arrived at the Chelsea studios around 8:30am, a bit groggy, but excited, and we were greeted with big smiles by the audience coordinators. The whole experience was as you might imagine a Martha operation to be: in the waiting room, outfitted with immaculate white benches and large LCD screens playing clips of old shows, flawlessly dressed women with headsets passed out raffle slips and offered us vitamin water and muffins made from croissant dough. (YUM.)
It was funny, sitting amongst Martha's fan base, something you really lose touch with at the office every day. Lots of women, older than me, or my mother or my sister...Caucasian mostly. There was the odd man here and there, dragged by his wife to see the show, no doubt, and each given a dollar bill by the sympathetic audience warmup guy. I really liked being there, and I liked feeling like what I do at work actually reaches real people.

Martha's celebrity guest was Michael Bolton, and initially I thought my sister would be disappointed to hear that, but he was actually great. After singing the Sinatra ballad, "Once in My Life" in the greenhouse, he went over to the kitchen to make raspberry sorbet meringue cups with Martha. He was funny, and well, very handsome. (I know, don't wretch.)
Afterwards, the incomparable Calia took us for a set tour, and we got the lowdown on color choices, lighting, what happens to the greenery in the greenhouse, and why we shouldn't touch anything.
Calia snapped this photo of us in the TV kitchen.

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