I guess my comments about her show coupled with Rachael’s rant didn’t sit well with Ingrid. I picked up this e-mail from her yesterday afternoon. I’m always caught up in some bullshit drama between chicks. What a world I live in.
From: Hoffman, Ingrid
Sent: Thursday, October 25, 2007 12:22 PM
Subject: Who does Ra-Ray think she is?
¡Ai Papi! What the hell is Rachael Ray’s problem? What did I do to her to be talked about so disrespectfully? Maybe we should call her Racial Ray! I’m barely scratching the surface in this industry and she’s going around slamming me to Food Network execs, producers, staff, fans and other chefs. She’s just jealous of my Latin charm and zest for life. All I have to say to her is “Su Madre!”
What hurts even more is you saying my show sucks. Where is your show, mijo! You have no idea how difficult this is. I took my outstanding, passionate, colorful ideas to the Food Network and they ripped them to shreds and made me do things I would never do. They made me make a virgin watermelon spritzer! Can you believe that? Like I’d actually make something that stupid. But hey, it’s their network. And it’s not Rachael Ray’s!
Everyone out there in the American audience wishes they had half the Latin spice and charm I do. You know it. I know it. Ra-Ray knows it. She’s a miserable woman. I saw her last week at a Food Network media event. I swear to God I saw her sitting next to a jug of cheap wine the whole night. That puta went through six gallons of wine and about a metric ton of cannoli filling. And she wonders why she has such a big culo!
I have to run, mijo. My idiota production assistant just bleached half of my flowered shirts and I need my highlights redone and my chi-chis buffed. Next time Racial calls you tell her I said, “Coma mierda!”
P.S. – Yankees Suck!