He Said, She Said -- Season 2!

Sometimes the gods smile down at you, offer a little nudge of support and seem to say, “Well done kiddo, your hard work is paying off.”

(It’s much more appreciated than when the neighbours below you bang on the ceiling with the end of a five iron because, apparently, you’re making too much noise being a good host.)

But back to me and my good news. The W Network ordered another season of He Said, She Said with Ken and Mary Jo and guess who’s going to be the food stylist? Nope. Guess again. Guess again. Nope, guess again.

Oh, for the love of gorgonzola, me!

Why is this such good news? Because in this time of economic nay-saying and all around doom and gloom, two-and-a-half weeks of steady work on a TV show (in February no less) is a little beacon of hope in some very choppy waters.

Also because it’s a helluva lot of fun.

We’ll have a newly designed set and whole new set of challenges, pumping out four episodes a day. I just hope Ken doesn’t bring Napoleon and Josephine, his vicious twin Chihuahuas, packed in their Louis Vuitton carrying case, back to the set. I still don’t have any feeling in the tip of my left index finger from a wild nip courtesy of Josephine.

THE BACKSTORY

Due to some scheduling difficulties with the original stylist for the first season, I was whisked in to set the tone and look of the food during the first week of filming last May. I would have loved to stay on for the remaining two weeks but alas, sometimes you only get small breaks in life. (Though I have had some big breaks—leg, finger, jaw—in my life.)

Anyhooters, I’m kind of a big deal. And (apparently) a hard act to follow. After leaving some pretty big All-Clad pots to fill, it seems the original food stylist, and the one who took over after my week-long stint, turned out to be a little difficult to work with. According to sources close to the story, she made a couple crew members cry.

I only ever tried to get them to pee their pants, not throw down their aprons and stomp off the set. Sometimes being a nice guy does pay off.

Now if Debbie Travis would just call back I could walk down Queen Street and pick up that gorgeous mirrored piece of pop art I saw yesterday—and contribute a little something back into the economy.

You might not always get what you want, but sometimes, just sometimes, you get what you need.