I’m just fascinated with all the TV shows I can “stream” now any time I want to! Last week I found a program about making cupcakes. I had no idea such entertainment was available to me 24/7!
The plot is—hold on to your hats—two sisters making cupcakes in their shop in Washington, D. C. How’s that for spell-binding excitement and gut-wrenching suspense? I certainly found it more stimulating than the weather channel!
A TV show has to contain conflict. The crises on the cupcake show are created by real life-and-death matters like whether the icing on the pink birthday cupcakes will harden in time to add the sprinkles, or whether the sisters will make it to the wedding reception with all 50 white cupcakes they promised the bride.
In that same wedding adventure, further complications were provided when the guy bringing the special cupcake display stand ran out of gas and couldn’t get to the reception. I’m telling you, I was chewing my fingernails while the sisters looked for an alternate way to lay out those treats. What a disaster that could have been! But it all worked out when someone suggested just lining the cupcakes up on trays. Crisis averted!
As you can see, emotions run high on this drama. A new employee couldn’t find anyone with more seniority to sign for a delivery of strawberries, so he did it. I could see an accident waiting to happen there, so I was perched on the edge of the sofa yelling, “Don’t do it, New Guy, don’t do it!”
He should have listened. The strawberries were moldy! When the boss got mad and went around asking every employee who signed for the berries, the suspense was almost too much. I bit off my last fingernail. The boss got mad when the new guy confessed. Bless New Guy’s heart, I thought. I just had to shed a tear that his first day in the cupcake world went so wrong.
Well, I’m hooked on the show now. I can’t wait to watch the next episode to find out if the girls get the timing just right on that new frosting recipe.
But that’s not the only excitement available from streaming TV shows. I was glad I waited to see what followed the cupcakes.
The next show was “Say Yes to the Dress.” It’s all about brides going into a wedding dress stop and picking out the dress for their big day. The drama here is whether Bride-zilla will like the first or the 42nd dress she squeezes into. And you, the viewer, get to see every single dress! I can’t believe my husband didn’t want to watch all this drama with me.
All these dresses are long and white. Some of the dresses have sleeves, and some don’t. Some have lace; some don’t. Unlike my husband, you can see the potential for crisis, can’t you? I mean, who needs a murder mystery when there’s a show this compelling to choose?
“Say Yes” has it all: sex appeal (the plunging necklines), emotion (Mom blows her top when Daughter picks the wrong long, white dress), high finance (some of these dresses cost as much as the annual per capita income of Namibia), and suspense (will they get the zipper working?)
And you have to be pretty alert to follow the complex plot. Not being so alert, I got a little confused somewhere around dress #23 in the first show and dropped off to sleep. I woke up to find that I had missed the final choice, but I think it was white. And long.
The really exciting thing to me about such TV fare is that I see now that I could be a TV star myself!
I may be a little too old to be on Bay Watch, but I’ve had an idea for a series about my search for just the right pair of black shoes. Any woman knows how much intense planning and raw emotion go into such a decision. This series could go on for years, documenting my journey through black flats, black wedges, mules and pumps and boots and flipflops!
I’ve also come up with a show where I prepare a different meal every week and try on a different outfit between each course.
While the only dish I make well is orange salad (from my Whipped Topping series), I think with practice I could wow America’s viewers with the same kind of spell-binding action provided by the cupcake show and the dress show. Not even counting the times I’ve set the kitchen on fire, I have to say that my meals are full of drama, and more suspense would come from determining just how far I could stretch the elastic on the pants I’d model between the entree and the dessert courses. Will she make it or will the seams pop?
I’m just glad that the streaming services have finally given us the chance to see shows about what really counts in our culture: cupcakes, couture and Cool Whip!
Who cares about the nightly news and Meet the Press when we have such intellectually stimulating adventures streaming before us any time we want them?
