She also appears to be making flirty eyes at the gay cosmetic rep. We are then informed that Jacquee has been recently depressed, but now she’s just having fun with it! What better way to enhance your depression then with a dash of raging alcoholism and hitting on a gay guy?
And then it’s finally time to get down to business. Lauren tells the reps a little about her store, which is going to be “Sephora with services”. The reps pretend to be really, really impressed cause let’s be honest, everyone’s trying to make a buck here.
They’re gonna have makeup, spray tanning…and then Jacquee pipes in to ask the table if they’re heard of “vagazzling”. I can’t go there, dolls, I just can’t. Google it if you must know. They compliment Lauren on her “poker face”, which she conceitedly accepts, followed by the information that she totally likes them, which sort of negates the whole poker face thing. Everyone makes fun of Jacquee for getting wasted at the fake business lunch and then it’s back to Teresa’s very classy book signing.
Kat and Lebanese Dilbert show up to the signing and the first thing Ter does is offer her a cannoli cupcake. It is not, for the record, a cannoli cupcake within a cupcake, so I’m not too sure what Ter’s showing off about. Then she starts signing Kat’s book, which has apparently been sitting in Kat’s car for a while.
Kat also takes the opportunity to invite Ter to her bake sale at Gelati’s. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there,” Ter barely grumbles. Kat makes sure to throw in that it’s the old neighborhood, to which Ter replies that she knows cause she grew up right across the street from there. Kat dares to mention how much she loves desserts, and Ter bites her head off with the news that she’s only begun to crack the dessert market of her cookbook empire.
Kat rallies back by pointing out “my mother’s pizzelles!” in Ter’s cookbook. Ter is not happy. So she moves on to confetti cookies, to which Kat replies, “my mother’s cookies too”. Well, aren’t your mother and Ter’s mother sisters? I really don’t think Kat can take the credit here. Ter was savvy enough to get this nonsense down on paper and to a publisher, so I say their her mother’s recipes.
My brains are in my boobs, that’s why they’re squished up all weird.
Ter tells us that she thought Kat’s comments were passive aggressive insults. Listen, whatever starts the brawl on the RV. Then she shuts Kat down with the news that in her next book, she’ll be including the recipe for the pizzelle itself.
What’s a pizzelle, I’m dying to know. It sounds really yummy and looks like an ice cream cone. So I turn to my source on everything Italian, from pizzelle to men named Vincenzo, Adriana LaCerva.
CB: What’s a pizzelle? It looks really good.
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