This morning Paula Dean was hit in the face by a Ham.
While tossing around frozen turkeys and hogs collected at a holiday food-drive she was organizing, a misstep was made. Someone pitched a whole frozen ham through the air and it smashed her nose.
She seemed to take it in stride. I can only hope she has a Doc Brown-Issac Newton moment, the meat-concussion causing her swollen brain to produce the sort of strong-gripping hallucinations that clearly inspired the maniacal genius of the Lady's Brunch Burger.
"Ran head on into a hog...[I] have to be able to laugh, otherwise I'd be in a loony bin," she says.
This will not save you forever, Paula. We've all seen your show, watched you cackle deliriously the entire time you were on Iron Chef, throwing around sugar and meat and batter and bizarre southern anecdotes. Even the Asians were scared of you. It's just a matter of time before you just can't ever stop laughing, you crazy-brilliant woman.
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