We admit: we want Paula Deen to be our grandmother. Say what you will, but the unabashedly loud, unflappably raucous southern chef with a well-documented fetish for butter has quite the strong personality. We didn’t know how strong, though, until we read It Ain’t All About The Cookin’, Deen’s memoir detailing her dirt-poor upbringing, her crippling agoraphobia and her struggles raising her sons Jamie and Bobbie, who, let’s face it, come across as ungrateful twerps through the book’s early portions.
“I think no matter what the occasion may be, you can never go wrong by showing up at the dinner table with a hot plate of fried chicken.”
