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had more than thirty spices on their rack at a time.
    On The Rack , she thought, what a great title for a cookbook. Cate sprang up, running to her office for blank paper and a pencil. She moved quickly, like a fairy. Her socks slid across hardwood floors that shone in the sunshine. As she skidded past the refrigerator, the tails of the t-shirt she wore flew behind her like wings.
    Back on the thick, sumptuous couch, pencil tucked behind her ear, Cate turned her attention back to the laptop. She knew some viewers liked their spices in a drawer while others preferred an eye-pleasing wall-mounted rack, for convenience. A few women she knew stashed their spices in their pantries or in a cupboard. She jotted a note, was she was missing anything?
    Cate wrote madly. She could do a whole show on spice racks. The different kinds that were sold, how to grow and dry your own spices. Make-your-own recipes, like Italian seasoning. Maybe she'd even throw in her theories about using sea salt and good, cracked pepper. Cate tapped the pencil against her lip, looking skyward, thoughtful. Yes, she would.
    That was a sign of a good relaxation, when the show ideas started to flow. Months ahead, she'd ask viewers to write in or call with their needs, and ask her sponsors to donate spices and racks for the audience. Picking a favorite, she'd hold a drawing online for the fans at home. Cate was devoted to her viewers, and she didn't miss an opportunity to let them know.
    She definitely needed to spend some time with a Williams-Sonoma catalog, researching. Cate chuckled: yes, researching . And relaxing, so the ideas continued to flow, she thought, as she hastily captured them in a messy scrawl.
    On Friday's show, Cate had made pizza dough. (She'd promised sweet dough, for pies, closer to Thanksgiving.) Back when she'd been a new host, she always found herself wondering who needed to know what. Cate had had a hard time deciding how much was too much advice−or not enough.
    Once she found her groove, Cate began a show by saying, “I'm talking to you like you don't even know where to find your kitchen. If you walk away understanding, I've done my job. If you're a regular chef, and you learn something today, that makes me happy. Thanks for tuning in.” She'd pause, smiling toward the camera, before her signature phrase, "Let's cook!”
    Cate had made the dough, walking the audience through the simple recipe, then set it aside to rise. Swapping the freshly-made dough for a pre-risen batch, she talked about 00 flour and how she'd come to know it. Her beautiful and loving friend Tomi, an expert cook and baker, had led Cate to it years before.
    "Z ero zero not oh oh ," Cate explained. "It's a finer flour that increases the elasticity of your dough." She rolled it out for all to see, speaking as she pressed the rolling pin to what was quickly becoming a respectably round pizza crust.
    "Tomi's pizzas−" Cate thought for a moment. She couldn't find a word descriptive enough. "They're beautiful . Perfect."
    She made a mental note to schedule another Cate's Friends episode. Wildly popular, they invited spin-offs and experiences for her dear group. Cate liked to tape the series' around the holidays. The shows brought a festive atmosphere; they relaxed and rejuvenated Cate. Plus she adored sharing her friends with her delighted and devoted fanbase.
    Carefully trimming and setting the edges with her fingers, Cate moved the extra dough aside. When the pizza was in the oven, Cate explained her Garbage Pizza. (Add leftover meat and vegetables−chicken, spinach, mushrooms, whatever she needed to use up−to about a quarter cup of fresh sauce. Slice mozzarella into very small chunks and sprinkle along with a few teaspoons of finely chopped garlic and one tablespoon of fresh Parm. Voila−happy eating, Cate smiled.) It was one of the first recipes she'd ever created. She hated to waste food, especially back then, when money was tight.
    As she spoke, Cate rolled the