It's very meditative to watch Food Network shows. I mean, you might be taking notes, but you're probably not. It's meditative to watch someone cook, just like it is to watch your mother cook, or anyone cook.
Perhaps we are born knowing the tales of our grandmothers and all their ancestral kin continually run in our blood repeating them endlessly, and the shock they give us when we first bear them is not of surprise but of recognition.