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If you’ve been a regular watcher of the Food Network over the past year and a half, you’ve probably noticed the network’s ongoing efforts to sex up Claire Robinson. They literally had her going from “flannel shirts and buns” to “cameras zoomed in on her foodgasming with her hair down” almost overnight. We’re not saying the change has been a bad thing – it’s just that the Food Network hasn’t exactly been subtle about it.

As such, it is with great hilarity that we stumbled upon a seriously dolled up Claire Robinson on the front page of… BIMBO BAKERIES, encouraging us to “get creative in the kitchen.” Yeah. Let me just get right on that.

I’m sure there are a lot of jokes to be made here. I’m just not going to touch them with a ten foot pole!

(Thanks for the tip, Ben!)

Is it just us, or is Claire Robinson getting sluttier by the day?

When 5 Ingredient Fix premiered last April, the focus really seemed to be on the food. Claire covered her clothes with aprons,  had her hair up in a bun, and talked about her husband’s likes and dislikes. Over the past few months, she let her hair down, started wearing tighter shirts, and stopped acknowledging that she was married. These shenanigans all came to a head on yesterday episode, where she was chugging a cold beer and eye-fucking the camera like an extra in Debbie Does Dallas. What the hell?

“Hey guys! Let’s go party at that frat house!”

Claire is definitely a gorgeous woman, but at this pace, I’m afraid she’ll soon be showing up on television cracking eggs with her vagina. Less is more, Claire. Less is more.

(image from Food Network’s Top 10 Thanksgiving Questions, which aired last night)

We sure do snark a lot here at FNH, don’t we? But every once and awhile, something comes along that’s so adorable… so unsnarkable… that it exudes enough fuzzy warmth to melt the cellophane around our cold, dead hearts.

Meet Newman, Claire Robinson’s incredibly well behaved – and incredibly cute – French Bulldog. He was on this weekend’s episode of 5 Ingredient Fix, where he sat silently on a wooden chair not even 4 inches away from Claire’s freshly sliced duck breasts with citrus port cherry sauce. Newman didn’t make a noise, let alone try to sneak a piece of duck for himself. He patiently waited for Claire to give him a piece, at which time he politely chewed it and swallowed it down with more manners than half of the people I’ve been out to dinner with in my lifetime.

We love you, Newman!