Rachael Ray goes poking into David Ortiz’s fridge at his home in the Dominican Republic.
Wait, Rachael Ray has her own magazine? When did this rise to superstardom happen? It was just a few years ago when I rode back from the Bronx seated next to her on Amtrak (which predictably broke down four or five times along the way), on which she was nice enough to dish out a few recipes to the other passengers as we all struck up conversation. Now, I imagine she must have her own jet.