Meghan Markle’s private chef. Yep, the same Meghan Markle from that Netflix show where she’s supposedly whipping up culinary masterpieces. Except, surprise, surprise—she’s got a private chef doing the heavy lifting. Now, they’re trying to spin this like the chef’s only there to bake banana bread. Banana bread? Seriously? Are you telling me, People magazine, that this fancy private chef clocks in just to mash some bananas? Hilarious.
Let’s be real—this is proof that the whole “Meghan the Chef” Netflix narrative is a total sham. A scam. A façade. We all saw those episodes—crepes were her big “wow” moment. Crepes! Like that’s supposed to impress us? Of course Meghan Markle doesn’t know how to cook. Of course she’s got a private chef. But the idea that this chef’s sole purpose is banana bread? Come on, that’s a stretch even for her PR team. Next time, maybe throw in a few more believable details—like, I don’t know, avocado toast?
Moving on—fans (or maybe not fans, but we’ll get to that) spotted an embarrassing typo in Meghan Markle’s email announcing her first “As Ever” products. Page Six called it a fan catch, but let’s be honest—it was probably Meghan’s own mole leaking the tea. The typo? “As Ever A Fickle.” Yep, you heard that right. And why does this happen? Simple: Meghan’s three mimosas deep by 11 a.m. That’s right—she’s tipsy, typing away, and missing the spellcheck button. It’s not a conspiracy; it’s just what happens when you’re living that boozy brunch life. We saw her sipping on something in every episode of that Netflix series—girl’s got a routine. Picture this: she’s texting her clone—because who else would brunch with her?—saying, “Hey, clone, brunch at my place?” And the clone’s like, “OMG, yes!” Then they’re clinking glasses, yelling “Woo girls!” and giggling over typos. That’s the vibe. So yeah, this mistake? Totally because Meghan Markle’s drunk by mid-morning.
And finally, let’s talk about Prince Harry. The latest buzz is that his trip to Bali has people wondering if he even knows Meghan Markle at all. Honestly, I’m not sure Meghan knows Meghan. Her real name’s Rachel, for crying out loud—she’s been playing a character so long she’s lost the plot. As for Harry? Poor guy probably doesn’t have a clue who he married. Word on the street is they weren’t even sleeping in the same room. She’s fed him lies—like that Jamaica wedding stunt where she hinted she was pregnant, and he bought it hook, line, and sinker. Does Harry know his wife? Nope. She’s a snake, a chameleon, shape-shifting into whatever she needs to be to get her way. One day she’s a chef, the next she’s a business mogul with a typo-riddled email. That’s Meghan Markle for you—always keeping us guessing.
So there you have it—private chefs, drunken typos, and a marriage that’s more mystery than monarchy. Meghan Markle’s world is a wild ride.