Mark Schneider, who makes sure that every step this show takes is perfectly planned and executed. Without his meticulous eye for detail, the show would have no lights, no cameras, and no ovens.
Aimee Rosen Houselholder, our midwife/producer with extraordinary creative instincts, who cheerily provides midnight rewrites and big, bold ideas. Without you nothing would be in the ovens.
Pat De Fazio, you cut and pasted the emerging face of the show, frame by frame, and set us on a glide path to Victual Valhalla. You have the skill and speed of a caffeinated ninja.
Paul Starke, you were born to produce this show (or be the world’s leading sit-down comic). You show us every day how far you can push a plate of pasta into an hour of broadcasting fun.
Randy Barone, you’re a gift from ABC to the show, a vice president who “got it” from the start and a full creative partner in birthing the biggest TV food program in the world. It’s a kick to do it with you every day.
Brian Frons, we owe you a huge personal debt. You believed in us personally and professionally from day one. It was your wise, experienced voice that steadied our rudder during those early days of confusion.
Anne Sweeney. Because every project needs someone with the courage to throw the big switch. No one had ever done this kind of show, but you understood it immediately. Without your support and belief, there would never have been a Chew. It was your vision of bringing people back to the family table that made this show a reality.
Sophie Elliott, who has listened lovingly to hundreds of hours of bad ideas over the years and provided insight and support to create the good ones—like The Chew. X.