Jamie Oliver wants to make me a Better Cook. And you know what? I want to let him. Not just because I want to reach up and tousle his slightly windblown yet actually styled and product-filled hair, which I do, but because he helped me make white beans better than I've ever had before. I love me some white beans, so that's saying a lot. I want him to come to my house and take over my neighbors' backyards so I can grow my own chard and potatoes and heirloom purple carrots and raise chickens sustainably although I will kill ...