Speaking of the inexplicable phenomenon, I happened to be at Union Square while she was there with throngs of cameramen and photographers for the Wednesday market. The weirdest part was that some poor young sucker had to stand there holding up a big sign warning people that just by being in her presence they were surrendering their rights; their images could be used however she chose. But the funny part was stopping for flounder at Blue Moon and hearing the stir over her being nearby and having one of the young salesguys explain to another shopper, “They’re talking about Rachael Ray. Whoever she is.”