A sad example of the things I know..

I flipped the TV on this morning and put it on the Food Network.  It was during the day so it was Food Network: In The Kitchen and actually good television rather than the Food Network: At Night shit where the shows don't teach you a damn thing about making delicious fritadas or scrumptious curried chicken salad.  At any rate I flipped it to Food Network and there was a shot, with no sound, of hands chopping an onion.  I knew immediately and definitively what show I was watching by a tight shot of hands chopping onions.  No voice.  No background music.  No torso.  Not even an idea of what dish this cook was creating, other than the fact it involved a simple, chopped white onion.  I know something isn't quite right about me knowing that...right?  Cheers.