I used to be devoted to “Desperate Housewives.”

But I missed a few episodes a while ago and then lost track of who was doing what to whom, and, despite my affection for Felicity Huffman, I realized I could live without the show. Instead, I threw myself into “Brothers and Sisters.”

I got into the soap opera-ish feel of the show and became invested in the characters. I thought the writers did a good job of keeping things interesting without reaching for gimmicky plots. Alas, the show was canceled. Luckily, I had already been sucked into watching ” The Next Food Network Star.”

Why? I couldn’t tell you. I hate reality shows. I’ve never seen a single episode of either “American Idol” or “Dancing with the Stars.” But I do love watching people cook, and before I knew it I was rooting for a few of the contenders to score their own show on TFN, which is another way of saying I was hooked. I’m also excited that Larry David is back for another season of “Curb Your Enthusiasm.”

Larry makes me laugh, even as he makes me cringe. I wish he’d stayed married to Cheryl, but I guess there are only so many takes on marriage you can do. I’m just glad my Sunday nights end with him insulting yet another friend.

Of course, I still miss “The Sopranos.” I could have stayed with Tony and Carmella forever. Television is cruel.