I spend more time watching the Food Network than I do cooking. I’ve been a happy viewer since I became addicted to Sean Donellan on “How to Boil Water” a few years ago. I also enjoyed “Taste” with David Rosengarten. With the snazzy new productions they have now, those vintage programs look quite primitive. But they are still endearing. After all, Sean had a “magical mystery oven” he would pull toys out of. They didn’t actually install an oven in his studio, so he had a hidden shelf with the finished goods and other surprises (and his electric stovetop never got hot fast enough). The New York Times recently ran an article on the Food Network, noting that it no longer tries to teach people how to cook — in prime time at least. Instead “the network for people who eat” is creating entertainment programs. No more slow-paced educational yawners. Now it’s exotic locales, jerky (and they don’t mean dried meat) camera shots, and glamour. Still, I’ve been pleased with additions like “Good Eats” with Alton Brown, a worthy, if somewhat overproduced, successor to “How to Boil Water” and “Taste”. But I can only take about ten minutes of Emeril at a time.