Some of her enthusiasm might rub off on you. Some, or all, may rub you the wrong way. But if you embrace lifestyle programming as a soothing agent, you may be just as content to put the haters on mute and flop on the couch like a collapsed meringue as these four-plus new hours float on by.

It’s so boring, so contrived, so effortfully whimsical that, do you know what? In the end, it does become almost fascinating.

The episodes live or die by the quality of the guests. So the ones featuring larger-than-life Andrés and food writer Samin Nosrat (the author of Salt, Fat, Acid, Heat) are the best because they are two warm, engaging personalities. David Chang, another celebrity restaurateur who is not over-awed to be in Meghan’s presence, is also good to watch. The three of them know about food. But the rest is boring and often pretty insufferable.

The show's purpose doesn't seem to be to demonstrate how one might pull off these ridiculous feats. Recipes are only half explained; specifics of paints and craft materials aren't actually shared. It's as if they already know that no one in their right mind is going to attempt this stuff.