In college, I was really struggling with debilitating depression and anxiety. The life transition as a socially maladroit, possibly autistic person was hard to deal with. To get myself to sleep, I would watch Good Eats every night until I conked out. For me, the show embodies passion and comfort, curiosity and enjoyment. The idea that looking closely at the world isn't the cause of fear, but rather the cause of joy. I learned to love cooking from the show.
Ten years later and I'm in a similar place in life, albeit wiser and more self-awareness, but with Good Eats still reminding me of all that I value in the world.