Three weeks ago we were at the local B&N and we saw a sign advertising the Giada at Home: Family Recipes from Italy and California book signing. We’re big fans. Not like rabid fans, but big fans nonetheless because she’s pretty and she’s Italian and she cooks awesome stuff and she’s rich and she’s famous and also she’s pretty. So today, after meeting and a leisurely lunch at Mo’s, we moseyed over to the aforementioned local B&N for the aforementioned book signing. Mom and I got to chill out in the PINK balloon waiting area because we were in the PINK balloon group. This made me feel happy! There wasn’t much to read in the PINK balloon waiting area though. Just a book about a girl with two daddies and another book about Herman and his truck so I went and got a copy of CLEP PreCalc, a Girl’s Life issue and a Triathlon for Women book to flip through. Guess which one was actually read. Starbucks kindly revived us with caramel frappe samples halfway through and cinnamon gum was consumed by the pack. The totally-prepared-expensive-Nikon-camera-packing-my-daughter-loves-Giada-so-I-brought-20-of-her-books-to-sign-and-y’all-better-not-get-in-my-way lady next to us talked loudly on her phone about mermaid-themed cocktail parties and stuff. We (actually Christian) helped a sweet elderly couple turn off the flash on their camera. Bathrooms were made full use of. After two hours of waiting, they finally called on the PINK balloon waiting area group to go get our books signed. And THEN!!!!! :
Seriously, how fun would it be to go on a book tour and smile a lot and wear big sunglasses and be doted on by adoring fans? I’m thinking extreeeemely fun.
It was so worth the wait (:
She was such a sweetheart! She was always smiling. Like ALWAYS. And she was really, really pretty 🙂 And the cookbook is amazing. It’s filled with gourmet recipes that are beggggging to be made. I’m very tempted to put together a menu from the book and host one of those fancy schmansy themed dinner parties with a discussion topic for the guests and placecards with scrolled lettering and many courses of small servings of artistically arranged food-that-looks-like-it-came-from-another-planet on mostly empty white plates and classical music and decorative flowers and lots of Italian words. Lots and lots of Italian words.
If you host one of those parties, may I come? Actually that’s probably reason enough to not invite me since I probably just broke some fancy schmancy rule by even asking! 🙂 I’m glad you got to meet her and it was a great experience and Christian was able to document it for y’all to always remember! I’d love to flip through her book sometime, to see the beautiful photos at the very least.