Holiday Baking Championship's Jesse Palmer always seems to sport a form-fitting turtleneck — or a cozy V-neck with an alluring wisp of chest hair peeking out. He keeps those seasonally appropriate wool pants snug in all the right places. His grin dazzles when he cracks an awful dad joke. He strides authoritatively from one baker's station to the next, exuding powerful but approachable masculinity. His penetrating blue eyes disarm helpless bakers when he asks them about their plans for each challenge.
When I see Jesse Palmer in that TV kitchen, there is on my mind one thing and one thing only: I must put my paws on those profiteroles.