Sunday Nights Are Not The Same

I miss Andy Rooney.  Sixty Minutes just isn’t the same without him.  Not the most attractive guy, with those monster eyebrows and wrinkled clothes yet somehow I was wildly attracted to him.  Just goes to show that some women like a good sense of humor I guess.

What I miss is someone who is respectable enough to be on a serious news show, but allowed to talk about the most ridiculous subjects.  Somehow I think that Andy and I must be distantly related because I too often write and talk about things that no one ever thought of or at least would not admit to thinking of.

One of my favorite Andy Rooney essays was about how real food almost never looks like the picture of the food on the box it came out of.  Never once did his pancakes come out so perfectly matched and brown as the ones on the Bisquik box.  He goes on to say that he never had a Betty Crocker cake come out at even and symmetrical as the one on the box.

Since I take a lot of pictures of food I cook to put with the recipes on the blog I know that food styling in a serious art, one that I have not mastered.  I have never been one who cared exactly how food looked, but am much more concerned about how it tastes.  I am sorry that you can’t taste my food on the blog and have to be wooed to make it yourself from my inferior photo and maybe a delicious description.

With the giant world of Andy Rooney wannabe’s in the blogosphere I don’t know if Sixty Minutes will ever replace him.  I am sure he was quite a big expense for the two minutes of weekly programming he produced.  But those two minutes were almost always my favorite TV of the week.

Although Andy was often funny he also was often touching especially when he talked about war.  I will never forget a piece he did about memorial day and how maybe we should not spend time thinking about those we have lost in war, but spend time figuring out how to not have any more wars so we would not have to lose any more young people.

Please Sixty Minutes, bring us a modern day Andy Rooney.  I miss having someone say the things we all need to hear whether it’s inane or heartfelt.