One of the best things about Halloween is that you can turn yourself into 
anything to anyone you want. She ratttles off her menu accompanied by what 
sounds like those records with Halloween sounds they used to play when I was 
child. Amusing enough are the screams when her eyeball cupcakes. off to 
opening credits
When we rtn from opening credits, SLop saunters in from stage right dressed up 
as a gothic Benita Bizarre. To my surprise, she announces that she's dressed 
up as Cher and reassures us that she is, indeed, Sandra Lee. After warning us 
to be carefull with your wig while cooking, she slowly uses the back of her 
hand to push the hair from her wig behind her shoulders while making a facial 
expression one would normally associate with a blow-up doll. In lieu of 
masacring an apple pie, she dumps some cut-up green apples into a buttered 
pan. When we cut to a medium shot, the hair of her wig is in front of her 
shoulders again and dangling over her pan. She fetches some puff pastry and 
cuts out some halloween shapes with cookie cutters. Before she puts them into 
the oven, she repeats the stupid motion of pushing her hair back so her hair 
doesn't catch on fire while she's in the oven. Oh, if only... She then makes 
the filling for her mini-ghoulish cream pies by dumping four cans of snack-pak 
pudding into a bowl and adding green food colouring and spooning them into 
store-bought graham cracker tarts. SLop confides to us that she loved Cher's 
great costumes and how funny she was. So why didn't you chose one of them for 
them out of peanut butter and butterscotch pudding, but takes the extra step 
to make the later from a mix in lieu of a tub of Snak-Pak pudding. At this 
point SLop blathers about how Madonna wore multiple costumes at the concert, 
each them of unique and fun and inspiring her to dress up like these four 
divas at her imminant imaginary party. You and what crew of stylists, and now 
that I think about it, didn't you get dressed up a bit prematurely?
After the commercial break, SLop is dressed up like Babs Johnson, down to her 
ghoulish fingernails but sadly, sans the nose and vaseline-smeared camera lens 
trick. I was laughing too hard at this point to remember what she blabbing 
about, but I'm sure it had something to do with she and Babs having something 
in common. Inflated ego? Engorged sense of entitlement? A stupid, ill-informed 
opinion on things? It was at this point that the folks came in and wondered 
what was going on. "Ohh, that's that Sandra Lee lady isn't it? What's wrong 
with her fingernails? Why's she cooking dressed like that? Those 'nails are 
going to get into the food!". The folks, alas, didn't find the oreo and cream 
cheese pie she was making objectionable, so they wandered off at the next 
commercial break.
When we returned from commerical, SLop is dressed up like Liza Minella in that 
"Cabret" get-up. As soon as I see her, I know what's coming next. Sure enough, 
SLop giddily announces "It's cocktail time! Best time of the day!", but sadly, 
there still is no accompanying pop-up graphic, but that would just be 
redundant. In case we couldn't figure it out on our own, SLop tells us she's 
dressed up as Liza Minelli (reminding us the first of many times that "it's 
LIZA, with a 'Z', not an 'S', like in LISA" -- thanks for the Sesame Street 
moment, SLop!). This week's cacktail is made of vanilla vodka, someone thing 
else, and incognito Jagermeister that she refers to as a "licorice liquior". 
She mixes the drink in a martini shaker before decanting it into martini 
glasses, she tells us she "rimmed" (!) them with a red simple syrup which she 
describes in glorious detail via clumsy voice-over which mentions the red food 
coloring as an after-thought. As she pours the drinks into the glasses, she 
tells us that the stuff on the rim will form "ribbons of blood" as it drips