Go Cup Gold

I guess I knew that my godparents daughter (or godsister, as I like to call her) Cathy was famous - I mean I see her on TV, in cooking magazines, sometimes in the Sunday coupons for Glad or Reynolds Warp or something like that, and she has her own cookbooks - but it must not have sunk in because yesterday I was truly shocked when, looking at my boyfriend's Starbucks cup, I saw this:



Iron Chef is all nice and what not, but you know you've arrived when you score the quote on the back of a Starbucks go cup.