Rachel Ray

Rachel Ray must have left the house still smelling like a 30 minute meal because some stray dog thought she was an appetizer. The cooking guru was walking her dog in Union Park on Monday when she bitten by a dog that tried to attack her pit-bull mix named Isaboo.

From The New York Post:

“This dog came up - there was no owner in sight - and became aggressive. Rachael and some others shooed it away, but it came back and attacked Isaboo. Other dogs were involved, and Rachael jumped in and was bit by one of the dogs on the leg. A nurse was in the park and checked her out. She’s fine.”

How do we know this was an actual nurse in the park. It could have been some random fan who just wanted a chance to check out Rachel Ray’s leg. So two weeks from now when Rachel is craving Milk Bones and drinking from a bowl I think we all will have learned a lesson about taking medical advice from strangers…its a whole lot cheaper than going to the hospital.

Looks like Rachel Ray has been putting a little too much wine in the chicken stew. TMZ is reporting that while Ray was on a book tour in Los Angeles, the cooking queen and newbie talk show host got hammered and started running her mouth.

“We’re told Ray became “extremely loud and aggressive,” and began dissing Oprah. Sources say she told the group about a portrait of Oprah that sits in the lobby of Harpo Productions in Chicago. It’s from the movie “Beloved” and shows Winfrey’s back, enhanced with scars. She’s also wearing a skirt from the slavery era. Back at the table, sources say Ray launched into attack mode: “Why is she wearing slave drag? She obviously has problems being black.” But Oprah wasn’t Ray’s only target. Sources say she told the group how much she liked Jennifer Aniston and then called Brad Pitt a “pussy boy.” But her harshest comments were reserved for Angelina Jolie, calling her “a skanky, backdoor cunt.”

This just makes me laugh. I love the mental image of Rachel Ray stumbling drunk in a restaurant and fat mouthing Hollywood’s A-list. Sweetheart, when you finally get invited to sit at the senior table, you sit down, shut up and thank your lucky stars that they didn’t stuff your ass in a locker instead.