Sandra Lee: Satan's spawn or hapless purveyor of crap television? We're not sure.
On one hand, this drunken Barbie could very well be the beginning of the end of civilization as we know it, with her semihomemade recipes, really bad background music, and boozy interludes.
On the other hand, Lee could just be the real face of middle Americans who long to be as crafty as Martha Stewart, as witty as Anthony Bourdain, and as talented as Bobby Flay but, sadly, just wind up bleaching their hair and opening a can of soup.
As annoying as Sandra Lee is throughout the year, the holidays are a special time for her. It's only once a year that she can hot-glue candy to Styrofoam, add vodka to rum to bourbon to butterscotch schnapps, and break out the Hanukkah and Kwanzaa cakes. Because humiliation knows no religion.