Seriously, wouldn’t that have been a great “exotic” ingredient for him?
Dude, I don’t know what it is with me and these cooking competition shows, but I seriously love all of them–Top Chef, Chopped, Food Network Challenge, and now I’m getting sucked into Next Iron Chef AGAIN. What are you going to do, though? They’re such great DVR filler for when it’s like six o’clock and there’s nothing else on and you can’t handle another day of Sports Center. So yeah, with that in mind, I don’t know how expeditiously I’ll even talk about Next Iron Chef or even if I’ll keep talking about it, but for now … what the hell. Mondays are light.
I am glad that Jeffrey is there and if Ted can’t be there to bicker with him, at least we get Donnatella, who I kind of love. And I’m glad to see that they’re keeping with the great Iron Chef tradition of making food that makes me want to puke.
I like both of the Latin guys, a preference that quite possibly could’ve been influenced by my Mexican cravings last night, and I liked the guy with the duck tongue, and I was excited to see Amanda Freitag, since I’ve enjoyed her as a judge so much and she makes some of the greatest bitchfaces I’ve ever seen. It was funny, I didn’t realize that her ingredient in the first challenge was beer, so when I saw her crack that baby open and take a swig, it looked really funny.
Most of my time during this episode though was spent yelling at Appleman. What kind of douchebag tells someone that their opinion is wrong, especially on his own food, which he may be a little biased about? Asshole. And let me just tell you, the second you stop being able to take constructive criticism is the second you start going nowhere. Which is why I was EXTRA pissed when he won. Ugh, are you fucking kidding me? We couldn’t give it to duck tongues? Give me a break. But at least now I have someone to yell at next week too, so there’s that!
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