When I attended NYU for the first year and a half of college, I was an awfully homesick girl. As much as I loved the city, nothing seemed to click the way I’d hoped. I spent most of my time working as an after-school recess supervisor at the church across from my dorm and teaching myself the NYC subway system by getting lost over and over again. When I would come home from a long day, I would plop down on our dorm sofa and watch reruns of my favorite shows, Designing Women and The Barefoot Contessa. I watched the former because I missed southern accents, but the latter was all about tuning in to something warm, comforting and reminiscent of home. After a few months, I started to consider Ina Garten my mom-away-from-home. Not that I need another mother (I love my mom endlessly), but when I was away at school, I found that watching Ina on TV comforted me and made me feel like everything would be ok. When I couldn’t find anyone to go to a movie with, Ina was always there. When my roommates locked me out while they had a party, Ina was there (on the common room TV). Both her food and her friendly tone of voice on TV got me through some tough early years of learning to live far away from home.