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Showing posts with label Top Chef. Show all posts
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Thursday, December 03, 2015
Random Musings
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Random Musings
Careful when listening to the radio these days.
A U.K.-based radio station's programmers are feeling the heat this week after they, ahem, inadvertently aired five minutes of a gay porn soundtrack.
Yup, Jazz FM, which focuses on light jazz, standards and occasional blues, mistakenly aired a recording of what sounded like "two British men in a mostly wordless, but fairly graphic, exchange" on Sunday.
Mike Vitti, the station's head of programming, apologized for the porn gaffe: "Unfortunately we had an unauthorized access to the live feed this evening which resulted in a highly regrettable incident. Please accept our profound and sincere apologies for any offence that may have been caused.”
One man's offense is another man's, er, well, you know......
So, I'm still watching Smash.
I love a good show tune as well as the next queen, and, as Carlos likes to say, "It's Glee for adults."
What that says about the fact that we both also like Glee, I do not know, but....
I am still not really liking Katharine MacPhee. She doesn't come off as naive farmgirl making her way in the Big Apple; she comes off as schemer.
But I am liking Brit actor Raza Jaffrey, who plays her boyfriend.
Cute and English.
And I does loves me an accent.
2012 marks the 25th anniversary of the AIDS Memorial Quilt, which was created to honor and remember those who have passed from the virus.
I remember seeing the Quilt in Miami many years ago, and, knowing I'd be moved, but feeling shock as I walked through the convention center looking at just a partial exhibition, and wiping away tears as I read from the panels.
It was one of those Never Forget moments:
Billy Graham's son, Franklin, says that not only is Obama not a Christian, according to Islamic law, he's a Muslim.
Yes, he's waving that tired old flag.
Of course, to Little Franky Graham, Mittsy is also not a Christian.
And, if these things were true, that's bad because......?
Who knows. All I know is that the wacknuts are still out there, and still spouting the same idiotic rhetoric that the mindless minions drinking Tea will use in their next foot stomp.
Seriously Top Chef? Sarah in the finale?
She served you a dish that was nothing like her vision. A frozen piece of Ginger Mousse that didn't melt into the pasta? How does that say top chef?
Of course, now I know you're gonna give the win to Paul--who deserves it.
Sidenote: Paul has some hot thighs. Just sayin'.
Sidenote 2: Anyone else sick of Sarah's Taylor-Swift-like astonishment when she wins anything?
LGBT Best and Worst [via HuffPoGay]
At a campaign stop in Phoenix, Rick Santorum was asked to respond to speech he made in 2008, in which he said, “Satan has his sights on the United States of America! Satan is attacking the great institutions of America, using those great vices of pride, vanity and sensuality as the root to attack all of the strong plants that have so deeply rooted in the American tradition.”
Now, he backtracks a little, leaving out Satan: “I’m a person of faith. I believe in good and evil. I think if somehow or another because you’re a person of faith you believe in good and evil is a disqualifier for president, we’re going to have a very small pool of candidates who can run for president.”
Oh, Rick, you sweater-vested-delusional-narrow-minded-homophobic-one-note. I would hazard a guess that most people believe in good and evil, good and bad, but we wouldn't use the fear of Satan infiltrating our lives to be elected to office.
And, last time I checked, evil was wearing a sweater-vest and telling everyone else how to live their lives.
M'kay, Frothy?
Lastly, after her six wins at the Grammys, Adele returned to England for the Brit awards where she won the night's top prize.
Overcome with emotion, she began her acceptance speech only to be told her time was up.
Kanye West say what?
Adele smiled sweetly, said a quick thanks and then gave a One Fingered Salute to the suits who cut her short.
Word to the wise: Do.Not.Mess.With.Adele.
A U.K.-based radio station's programmers are feeling the heat this week after they, ahem, inadvertently aired five minutes of a gay porn soundtrack.
Yup, Jazz FM, which focuses on light jazz, standards and occasional blues, mistakenly aired a recording of what sounded like "two British men in a mostly wordless, but fairly graphic, exchange" on Sunday.
Mike Vitti, the station's head of programming, apologized for the porn gaffe: "Unfortunately we had an unauthorized access to the live feed this evening which resulted in a highly regrettable incident. Please accept our profound and sincere apologies for any offence that may have been caused.”
One man's offense is another man's, er, well, you know......
So, I'm still watching Smash.
I love a good show tune as well as the next queen, and, as Carlos likes to say, "It's Glee for adults."
What that says about the fact that we both also like Glee, I do not know, but....
I am still not really liking Katharine MacPhee. She doesn't come off as naive farmgirl making her way in the Big Apple; she comes off as schemer.
But I am liking Brit actor Raza Jaffrey, who plays her boyfriend.
Cute and English.
And I does loves me an accent.
2012 marks the 25th anniversary of the AIDS Memorial Quilt, which was created to honor and remember those who have passed from the virus.
I remember seeing the Quilt in Miami many years ago, and, knowing I'd be moved, but feeling shock as I walked through the convention center looking at just a partial exhibition, and wiping away tears as I read from the panels.
It was one of those Never Forget moments:
Yes, he's waving that tired old flag.
Of course, to Little Franky Graham, Mittsy is also not a Christian.
And, if these things were true, that's bad because......?
Who knows. All I know is that the wacknuts are still out there, and still spouting the same idiotic rhetoric that the mindless minions drinking Tea will use in their next foot stomp.
Seriously Top Chef? Sarah in the finale?
She served you a dish that was nothing like her vision. A frozen piece of Ginger Mousse that didn't melt into the pasta? How does that say top chef?
Of course, now I know you're gonna give the win to Paul--who deserves it.
Sidenote: Paul has some hot thighs. Just sayin'.
Sidenote 2: Anyone else sick of Sarah's Taylor-Swift-like astonishment when she wins anything?
LGBT Best and Worst [via HuffPoGay]
The effort to legalize same-sex marriage passed a long-standing hurdle in the Maryland House of Delegates when the House voted 71-67 to give gay couples the right to marry. The measure heads to the state Senate where last year it easily cleared the 47-member body. Governor O'Malley says he will sign it.
"Amelia," a featured HuffPost Gay Voices bloggers, offers her reaction to her 7-year-old son telling her that he's gay:"...[A few months ago] I was on the phone with a relative who had just discovered that I was blogging on The Huffington Post and openly discussing my son's crush on Blaine. I was in another room alone (I thought), explaining, "We're not saying he's straight, and we're not saying he's gay. We're saying we love who he is," when my son's voice piped up behind me."Yes, I am," he said. "Am what, baby?" I asked. "Gay. I'm gay." My world paused for a moment, and I saw the "geez, Mom, didn't you know that already?" look on my son's face. I got off the phone and leaned down to eye level with him and rubbed my nose against his. "I love you so much." "I know," he said, and ran off to play with his brothers.
HuffPost Gay Voices Editor-at-Large Michelangelo Signorile talked with wacknut Victoria Jackson at CPAC, and she had a lot on her mind:On Obama: "This president was raised marxist. His parents, his grandparents, his college professors, his whole life, he's been immersed in marxism, even his church. Jeremiah Wright did not preach Christianity. He preached black liberation theology, which is marxism disguised as religion."On Republican presidential candidates: "Republicans and the Democrats are looking the same these days. Newt Gingrich and Mitt are socialists. I think Santorum is the only conservative."On Prop 8: "We should vote on everything--of course we should vote on everything," she said, though she almost instantly changed her mind: "Oh no, I believe in a republic where we should have elected officials. Democracy turns into mob-ocracy."
The Westboro Baptist Church said it would picket Whitney Houston's funeral because they're all Christ-like, you know. And they posted pictures and stories on the website of their time at the service. Except....they weren't really there. The pictures were photoshopped. Of course that didn't stop them from releasing a parody of Houston's signature song. "I Will Always Love You", entitled "God Will Always Hate You, Whitney." So, so Christ-like.
Filed under Amazing is the news that Oklahoma has elected its first openly gay state senator, when Democratic state Congressman Al McAffrey soared to a landslide victory, besting Republican opponent Jason Reese with more than 66% of the vote. Congratulations, Al, and those people of Oklahoma who voted for you.
Australian comedienne Magda Szubanski--best known in the US as Mrs. Hoggett, the farmer's wife in the "Babe" movies, and as the voice of Miss Viola in "Happy Feet"--announced on a national television show that she is gay: "Oh yes, yeah, absolutely...people will say, 'Why did [I] take a while to do this?' I needed to be as solid as I could be so I could do this in the strongest possible way and be really clear about myself."
Yesterday, the U.S. District Court for the Northern District of California issued its order finding that Section 3 of the Defense of Marriage Act--the federal definition of marriage--is unconstitutional.Un-freaking-constitutional!Now, in the Not-so-gay-but-definitely-crazy news:
At a campaign stop in Phoenix, Rick Santorum was asked to respond to speech he made in 2008, in which he said, “Satan has his sights on the United States of America! Satan is attacking the great institutions of America, using those great vices of pride, vanity and sensuality as the root to attack all of the strong plants that have so deeply rooted in the American tradition.”
Now, he backtracks a little, leaving out Satan: “I’m a person of faith. I believe in good and evil. I think if somehow or another because you’re a person of faith you believe in good and evil is a disqualifier for president, we’re going to have a very small pool of candidates who can run for president.”
Oh, Rick, you sweater-vested-delusional-narrow-minded-homophobic-one-note. I would hazard a guess that most people believe in good and evil, good and bad, but we wouldn't use the fear of Satan infiltrating our lives to be elected to office.
And, last time I checked, evil was wearing a sweater-vest and telling everyone else how to live their lives.
M'kay, Frothy?
Lastly, after her six wins at the Grammys, Adele returned to England for the Brit awards where she won the night's top prize.
Overcome with emotion, she began her acceptance speech only to be told her time was up.
Kanye West say what?
Adele smiled sweetly, said a quick thanks and then gave a One Fingered Salute to the suits who cut her short.
Word to the wise: Do.Not.Mess.With.Adele.
Thursday, February 02, 2012
Random Musings

"I have to say this is the best pancake I've ever tasted."
I didn't like the winner. Lindsey. I don't like the winner.
I was sad to see the Grayson go, and even sadder to watch chubby mean girl Sarah and her phony acting skills put to the test as she said good-bye to Grayson.
Bitch.
Both of 'em.
The only saving grace is that, fingers crossed, Bev comes back next week and kicks both of their asses. Literally.
It's a bloodbath at The X Factor.
Or so I've heard because I don't watch it.
I mean, isn't it just an American Idol knock-off, which, in itself, was a knock-off of Pop Idol?
I mean, X Factor, Idol, The Voice, America's Got Talent. Really, who cares?
Simon Cowell, apparently.
As producer of The X Factor he fired pretty boy, but empty-headed, host Steve Jones, and dumped argumentative Nicole Scherzinger. He's even :::gasp::: fired best buddy, Paul Abdul.
Simon apparently has said he wants to take the show in a different direction.
Like toward being a hit?
So. last Friday was my birthday, but because of things like work :::bleeech::: and stuff, we decided to celebrate on Saturday. Naturally, I assumed this would mean dinner out with friend, though Carlos wasn't saying.
He spent the day puttering around the house, doing little projects, so I decided to tackle one of my own. I ripped chair rail out of the hallway in preparation to paint and turn it into a gallery of sorts for pictures taken on our vacations and so on.
I busily pried and screwed and hammered that chair rail down, and as I was about halfway though, Carlos looked at me, shocked, and asked what I was doing.
The hallway was a wreck. But, I said, I'll patch the holes, sand and prime, and then paint.
Carlos, "I invited the guys here for dinner tonight for your birthday."
Oops.
File this under creepy.
It seems that Mitt Romney converted his father-in-law to Mormonism; after the man had died.
Edward Davies, Ann Romney's father, was an atheist who insisted that his family be raised without participating in an organized religion, so it must have come as a shock when his daughter took up with Mittsy, and soon converted to Mormonism herself.
And the conversions continued. Mittsy and his father, George, convinced Ann's younger brother to become a Mormon, then went after her older brother, who also converted. Ann's mother converted to Mormonism following the death of her husband in 1992.
And, because Mormons believe that families will be reunited in eternity after death, Ann and Mittsy posthumously....POSTHUMOUSLY....converted her atheist father to Mormonism, having him baptized as a Mormon at a "special family meeting" more than a year after his death.
I guess to the Romney's, Edward Davies' personal beliefs don't matter as much as theirs.
Sad news. the Outwrite Bookstore & Coffeehouse in Atlanta is now closed. And there is no new location picked out.
This truly saddens me because it was one place we visited whenever we went to Atlanta, and there really is no such thing as an LGBT bookstore near Smallville, or maybe even in the entire state.
Sad news.
After declaring that the masses should vote on equality, New Jersey Governor Chris "Krispy Kreme" Christie also faced criticism over remarks in which he suggested African-Americans pursuing their civil rights would have wanted a voter referendum, too.
He has since been schooled. And by that, I mean someone told him he's a dumb fuck. And he apologized: “Anybody who was offended by what I said...I apologize for that. I didn’t mean to offend anybody, and if I did I’m sorry....I also recognize that my job...is to clearly communicate to people what I’m thinking, every time I open my mouth. And I try to be very good about being very direct about what I say so that there’s no ambiguity but obviously when I was talking last week at the town hall meeting about the civil rights movement in the South, I wasn’t clear enough...And what I did was, by saying those things, I left them open to misinterpretation and...I apologize for that."
Let's dissect.
He's sorry we're offended, not that he's an idiot.
It's not his fault because he left his words open for misinterpretation, not that he's an idiot.
He wasn't clear, because he's an idiot.
Good? Now we know all we need: Chris Christie is a big fat idiot.
Mittsy?
Stop singing.
It's enough already.
I'm actually sick of America the Beautiful because of you.
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Tuesday, December 28, 2010
What I Missed...
I picked a helluva couple of weeks to be sick. I missed so much; so many things I would have had something to talk about.
Damn.
Still.........
No more DADT, Finally, the United States takes a giant leap away from Discriminationville and realizes that LGBT Americans deserve the same rights as all Americans. It was also nice to see our elected officials doing the job for which they were elected, and not playing the usual BS games of party lines and politics. The one thing I miss about the repeal of DADT?
I would have loved to have seen John McCain's head explode as the vote came in. I would have loved to have seen him eat all those studies, and his own words, about wanting the repeal, when it is quite clear that he is a homophobic bigot of epic proportions.
You lost, McCain. Feels like 2008 all over again, doesn't it?
Mama Grizzly Bear was awarded MediaMatters Misinformation Award for being an illiterate dumbass who says whatever she wants and calls it the truth because she said it.
Death panels! Remember that old chestnut. She said Obamacare would pick and choose who gets to live.
FoxNews! She joined that bastion of all that is fair and balanced, along with fellow wingnuts and presidential wannabes Mike Huckabee, and the serial adulterer New Gingrich.
The oil spill! She said Obama didn't care about it. Drill, baby, drill!
The stimulus! She said it didn't work, but, um, what about eh stimulus money she took for Alaska, and all the independent studies that showed the stimulus did, in fact, help. Not so, because The Bore says not so.
The Circus Tent Show with recovering drug addict Glenn Beck! 'Nuff said.
Refudiate! Just when you thought no one could mangle the English language worse that W, along comes MGB, who uses the kerfuffle to compare herself to William Shakespeare!
So, if you don't want the truth, but just want the MGB version, look no further than the Misinformer Of The Year!
I also missed the annual Christmas tour of lights here in Smallville.
Some folks go all out with these gorgeous light displays on their centuries old homes, garland streaming from the verandas, Christmas trees in every room, silver and gold glistening all over town.
Then there are the Smallvillians who take a string of lights out of a box in the garage, throw it into an oak tree, turn it on and call it Christmas.
Camille soon-to-be-ex-Grammer's dinner party, on The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, with nutjob psychic and sidekick Allison DuBois who chained smoked a fake cigarette and bashed everyone who wasn't Camille.
And then the following episode where balloon-lipped Taylor was trying on Roaring Twenties costumes for her Roaring Twenties party and literally cringed in horror when her stylist asked if she'd wear costume jewelry.
Spike getting Knifed, literally and figuratively, on Top Chef: All-Stars. Did he not see last season? Did he not know that Angelo doesn't play fair? And why wasn't Jamie forced to serve her rock hard chickpeas? I mean, she didn't even serve a dish and yet she wasn't Knifed. Between that and her "stitches" a couple of weeks back, Jamie is getting the I Don't Have To Cook To Win This Thing edit.
The Fashion Show started off strong. I liked the idea of the two houses competing against one another, and the designers seemed to be rather talented--some more than others of course. And then there was Calvin, the Diva Bitch Designer From Hell to add drama, and stern taskmaster Iman to keep me seated at all times.
But in the last couple of weeks the designers have lost all sense of design and it is veering dangerously close to The Fashion No of last season.
Why, oh why, is Calvin, who has won nothing, won't work with the other designers, and is mostly unintelligible, still on the show?
Iman? Anyone?
And what about the nun who was excommunicated because she allowed an abortion to be performed on a woman when it was clear that both mother and unborn child would die without it?
The Catholic wingnuts went crazy over that, and yet I sat and wondered, Where was the excommunication rule when priests were fucking little boys?
Is the Church saying child rape is okay, but abortion is just not?
I picked a helluva couple of weeks to be sick. Oy!
Damn.
Still.........
No more DADT, Finally, the United States takes a giant leap away from Discriminationville and realizes that LGBT Americans deserve the same rights as all Americans. It was also nice to see our elected officials doing the job for which they were elected, and not playing the usual BS games of party lines and politics. The one thing I miss about the repeal of DADT?
I would have loved to have seen John McCain's head explode as the vote came in. I would have loved to have seen him eat all those studies, and his own words, about wanting the repeal, when it is quite clear that he is a homophobic bigot of epic proportions.
You lost, McCain. Feels like 2008 all over again, doesn't it?
Mama Grizzly Bear was awarded MediaMatters Misinformation Award for being an illiterate dumbass who says whatever she wants and calls it the truth because she said it.
Death panels! Remember that old chestnut. She said Obamacare would pick and choose who gets to live.
FoxNews! She joined that bastion of all that is fair and balanced, along with fellow wingnuts and presidential wannabes Mike Huckabee, and the serial adulterer New Gingrich.
The oil spill! She said Obama didn't care about it. Drill, baby, drill!
The stimulus! She said it didn't work, but, um, what about eh stimulus money she took for Alaska, and all the independent studies that showed the stimulus did, in fact, help. Not so, because The Bore says not so.
The Circus Tent Show with recovering drug addict Glenn Beck! 'Nuff said.
Refudiate! Just when you thought no one could mangle the English language worse that W, along comes MGB, who uses the kerfuffle to compare herself to William Shakespeare!
So, if you don't want the truth, but just want the MGB version, look no further than the Misinformer Of The Year!
I also missed the annual Christmas tour of lights here in Smallville.
Some folks go all out with these gorgeous light displays on their centuries old homes, garland streaming from the verandas, Christmas trees in every room, silver and gold glistening all over town.
Then there are the Smallvillians who take a string of lights out of a box in the garage, throw it into an oak tree, turn it on and call it Christmas.
Camille soon-to-be-ex-Grammer's dinner party, on The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, with nutjob psychic and sidekick Allison DuBois who chained smoked a fake cigarette and bashed everyone who wasn't Camille.
And then the following episode where balloon-lipped Taylor was trying on Roaring Twenties costumes for her Roaring Twenties party and literally cringed in horror when her stylist asked if she'd wear costume jewelry.
Spike getting Knifed, literally and figuratively, on Top Chef: All-Stars. Did he not see last season? Did he not know that Angelo doesn't play fair? And why wasn't Jamie forced to serve her rock hard chickpeas? I mean, she didn't even serve a dish and yet she wasn't Knifed. Between that and her "stitches" a couple of weeks back, Jamie is getting the I Don't Have To Cook To Win This Thing edit.
The Fashion Show started off strong. I liked the idea of the two houses competing against one another, and the designers seemed to be rather talented--some more than others of course. And then there was Calvin, the Diva Bitch Designer From Hell to add drama, and stern taskmaster Iman to keep me seated at all times.
But in the last couple of weeks the designers have lost all sense of design and it is veering dangerously close to The Fashion No of last season.
Why, oh why, is Calvin, who has won nothing, won't work with the other designers, and is mostly unintelligible, still on the show?
Iman? Anyone?
And what about the nun who was excommunicated because she allowed an abortion to be performed on a woman when it was clear that both mother and unborn child would die without it?
The Catholic wingnuts went crazy over that, and yet I sat and wondered, Where was the excommunication rule when priests were fucking little boys?
Is the Church saying child rape is okay, but abortion is just not?
I picked a helluva couple of weeks to be sick. Oy!
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Top Chef: I Am?

The Finale begins with the feared Pick-A-Sous-Chef Knife Pull. The choices are, of course, previous Top Chef winners: Hung, Michael Voltaggio, and Elan Hall. Kevin knows Michael, and he wants Michael; Ed, also wants Michael. Angelo, naturally, wants Hung.
Poor Elan.
He goes to Ed, with Michael working with Kevin and Angelo getting Hung. I like the way that last one sounds, you know, just sayin'.
CHALLENGE
Create a fabulous four course meal, to include a Vegetable Course, a Fish Course featuring Red mullet, or Rouget, a Meat Course, featuring Duck, and the Dreaded Dessert Course.
A dessert? This will break someone.
ANGELO

Second Course:Asian Bouillabaisse over Sauteed Rouget and Poached Cuttlefish.
Third Course: Duck and Foie Gras Marshmallow, and a Tart Cherry Shooter.
Dessert: A "Thai Jewel" of Shaved Ice and Coconut Milk with Saffron Oil.
Of course, Angelo's big head has already decided that he's won. He's in Asia, in the Top Three, and has Hung as his Sous Chef. He calls it The Trilogy.
I say Trilogy of Terror.
Then Angelo gets sick, and lays up in bed while Hung does his shopping and all the prep work. I don't doubt Angelo was sick [much] but his hair always looked properly jelled when he was dying. He will be forced to bark his orders to Hung via cellphone.
It's all drama. Will he cook? Won't he? Will Kelly come back? Do I even care?
Angelo spends day one watching Oprah and easting chocolates at the Hilton, while Hung tears through the kitchen doing all the prep work, including stealing all the foie gras in sight. Hung, I now realize, is the Asian Angelo, to be honest wit chu, as Angelo might say.
But the doctor visits at the end of day one, and gives Angelo a shot in the ass, and, well, it's a miracle. Angelo bounds out of bed, slides into a chef jacket, and dances to the kitchen where he works like a madman.
Sick? I'm beginning to wonder, yet, I don't really care. I mean, he's thrilled that Hung saved him, but if Hung cooked it, who's food is it? Oh, I don't care.
I do care that Angelo keeps bragging about his food, but then adding how the judges should take into consideration that he was sick. No, Angelo, they should take into consideration whether or not it's good, and if it isn't I'm sure you'll blame Hung.
ED

Second Course: Stuffed Rouget, Slipper Lobster and Cuttlefish with Zucchini Pesto
Third Course: Duck Duo: Roasted Breast and Spinach Stuffed Neck
Dessert: Elan's Sticky Toffee and Salted Whipped Cream
From the outset Ed thinks he'll win. That makes me wonder. He's having all sorts of problems with Elan, who doesn't seem to realize this isn't his season of Top Chef; Elan wants to run the show, and Ed keeps reminding him he's the sous chef. But then Ed let's Elan do the dessert. And not even a dessert Ed's created. How do you expect to defend a dish when it isn't your recipe and you didn't make it.
Ed says he thinks he'll win. I think differently.
The high point of the show, well, except for seeing who won, was watching Ed and Kevin sit through breakfast two days in a row while Angelo puked and moaned in the next room. The low points are listening to Ed giggling about Angelo being sick, and wishing the competition was just between him and Kevin. I don't think Ed believes he can beat Angelo--though he did it twice last week--but he's sure he can beat Kevin.
Uh huh.
Ed's dishes are strong on components and Kevin and Ed think that will be his downfall. Angelo, of the marshmallow and watermelon tea and cherry shooter, says he's a Three Component chef, while Ed is a convoluted 100 Component chef.
It makes no difference the number of components, what matters is if they work.
And, well, if you actually made them, or let your sous chef do it.
KEVIN

Second Course: Pan-seared Rouget with Cuttlefish "Noodles"
Third Course: Roasted Duck with Duck Dumplings
Dessert: Singapore Sling 2101 with Coconut Panna Cotta
As they begin to work, Kevin talks about winning, and says it isn't just about him. It's about his wife and daughter; it's about his son; it's about his father; it's about his mother who passed away; it's about the homeless guy who sleeps in the alley; it's about the cat next door who howls at midnight.
I think it's about time you shut up and cook.
One thing I did like about Kevin, and let's be honest, I haven't liked him much this season because he seems to be the angry chef a lot of the time, was that he wanted Angelo back in it. He wanted to compete against Ed and Angelo, because it makes it more of a competition and he'll try harder.
He's Avis like that.
But he says Ed is the Overkill Chef. Too much going on; too complicated. Kevin is simple; he's slow and steady.
And we know what that means.
JUDGES TABLE
The judges loved Angelo's Vegetable Course, though Eric Ripert wondered about noodles and pork belly being so present in a vegetable course. He got props for flavors, though Tom said it needed work. His Second course got high marks for a tasty broth, but, really, what does that mean?
The death of Angelo, was the Tart Cherry Shooter that he said was a palate cleanser. Padma said it coated her mouth--and I will go no further. Angelo then said you sip the shooter, eat the salad, eat the duck, then go back to the shooter. Tom said food shouldn't come with instructions.
As for Ed, he was given points for his interesting, complicated [convoluted?] dishes. Padma loved a good stuffed duck neck, but all the judges thought the dessert....Elan's dessert....was a misfire; too simple. Ed says he "chose" it because he didn't want to do something complicated in case it didn't work. Um, Ed, all your dishes were complicated and they all basically worked. I think Ed shot himself in the foot with a sticky toffee date cake.
And that hurts.
The judges thought Kevin's terrine needed some salt or spice, but all agreed that his duck was cooked the best of all three. But it was his dessert, and the progression of his meal from quite simple to quite interesting, that scored highest with the judges. Finally, a dessert worth mentioning.
And mention it they did as the three chefs gathered one last time to hear the announcement. There is usually some sort of dram to keep the suspense alive. Who goes/ Who stays? Who gets Knifed, leaving the last two wondering who it will be?
This time Padma simply says, Kevin, You are Top Chef.
I am?
Yes, you are.
I was happy. I really thought Kevin's food seemed the most interesting, and his dessert was the most spectacular. I think Ed may have rested on his laurels, and never, EVER, should have given up control of a dish to someone else. and as for Angelo.
I don't really care.
Thursday, September 09, 2010
Top Chef: Holy Asian Extravaganza

I wasn't sure I was going to watch top Chef, much less write about it, after Tiffany left, because I hooked my wagon to her star early on and I was sad, hell, I was pissed off, when she got Knifed.
I will never forgive Padma for uttering those words.
Plus, I had no idea who I would root for now. Ed and Kevin don't really excite me, and Kelly is a little bland. As for Angelo, he is, as I like when Ed says it, a douchebag.
But, old habits are hard to break and at 10 PM the TV automatically clicked over to Bravo.
The cheftestants have arrived in Singapore, and we are again reminded that this is the first time Top Chef has gone international. EVER!!!
Okay. And Kelly does show some excitement to be in Singapore, and Ed reminds us that he has decided that he can do this, after 187 weeks of competition--or something like that. Kevin arrives dressed like an extra from Jumanji, and, of course, Angelo tells us that it';s his destiny to win since the finale will be in Singapore, and he'll be that mush closer to his FedEx bride.
I mean, it's a hop, skip and a yak from Singapore to Russia, right?
The cheftestants gather in a food market, pretending they're happy to see Angelo, and then Tom shows up with Seetoh, the food expert of Singapore. Seetoh is charged with leading the pack through the market and showing him how Singaporeans eat and cook in tiny little rooms with giant woks. There are noodle dishes and chile crabs and what Seetoh calls the hamburger of Singapore, a poached chicken served with rice.
Huh, I'm apparently Singaporean. And I say that because I love saying Singaporean.
The chefs love wandering through the market tasting the foods, until they enter an open area and find another hot dish, Padma, waiting.
Yup, it's still a competition.
QUICKFIRE
Padma tells them that they must create their own version of Singaporean street food using only a wok and a mound of ingredients labeled in Chinese. Kevin, who doesn't wok, is afraid. And he's even more nervous when Padma tells them that, for the first time this late in the game, the Quickfire winner will have immunity and head straight to the Final Three!
Final Three! Final Three! Singaporean!
While Padma and Seetoh sit and have a beer--I so want Padma's job--the chefs are at a loss as they scramble through the available foods, because the labels are indecipherable, unless you're Singaporean. They have to taste everything in order to find what they need. Even Angelo, who is destined to win, struggles. He tries for Chile Crab, but settles on Chile Frog. Legs.
Kelly tries to recreate a noodle dish, using lobster and cockles and bean sprouts. Again, if this is Singapore cuisine, I am Singaporean. Kevin does a take on Seafood Stew, and gets called out for not knowing how to wok. Padma asks if he knew he was coming to Singapore, and before he answers, she says, Oh yeah, you did, because I told you.
Snap!
Seriously, Kevin, if you knew you were headed to Asian, wouldn't you take a minute--or a month--to study Asian foods and cooking techniques? Huh?
Ed, meanwhile, has done some wok-ing, though not any walking because he sweats and has the belly to prove it. He also goes noodle with lobster and gai lan.
After sampling the chef's dishes, Seetoh offers praise to all of them and then tells them that Angelo is the winner, because it's his destiny. Except hat didn't happen. Ed gets the win, and the immunity, and Angelo gets the scowl and the pout.
I am in heaven.
ELIMINATION CHALLENGE
Dana Cowin, head foodie and mistress of all things culinarian, is hosting a little party for eighty, and the chefs must come up with Singapore-inspired dishes for them. And to make matters worse, or better, depending on how you roll, all the meals must be cooked to order.
And, it's a team challenge, and, as weve seen this season, the chef's don't always work well as a team if Angelo is on their team.
The chefs head back to their Hilton Hotel penthouse and crack a few bottles of champagne and discuss what they want to cook. Each chef wants to do one dish and Kelly questions that idea. But ImmuneEd says one dish is plenty.
Really?
That works well until, as they cook in the kitchen the next day, Tom stops by and tells them that one dish per chef really isn't enough, and he wants two dishes each. Suddenly, ImmuneEd says he planned two along.
Well, then, let's rip.......
ED

ImmuneEd loves playing weith Angelo, knowing that every joke or punch of sarcasm, Angelo takes seriously. When Angelo asks if he can borrow a spoon, ImmuneEd lends him on,e but then says it was a gift from his mother.
It was? Angelo asks.
ImmuneEd grins.
But he does take the lead in the kitchen, giving instructions to the staff about the food, and how to expedite it correctly, so Ed will get props for that. i mean, think if Angelo had immunity. Would he have helped or just worked for himself?
I know!
Ed even finishes early--hot dogs don't take long--and offers to lend a hand to Kevin, who has cockle issues--which isn't nearly as racy as it sounds.
His pork is a big hit with the judges, calling it "refined"--shot. Seetoh says it totally reeks of street market, and I think that's good. Dana would eat it until she dies. But it's his fritters that cause judging orgasms. Gail moans like she's never moaned, and Dana wants an entire basket of them.
Who knew that what women wanted was banana fritters in chile paste?
ANGELO

Angelo tries to play off immunity as a bad thing because you don't cook at 100%, unless, of course, he has the immunity. I wonder if Angelo shouldn't be serving sour grapes.
He says he's going to ignore ImmuneEd, but as they cook, he is constantly sniping and bitching at Ed; and Ed is loving it. And so am I.
Angelo keeps reminding us that since Ed has immunity, he could put up a hot dog and still sail through to the finals, but Angelo is still woried, because, is Ed putting up a hot dog?
All the stress and strain of perhaps not fulfilling his destiny has Angelo on edge; he snaps at Ed, and basically doesn't play well with others. As the waitstaff--the Asian waitstaff--works with the language barrier, he becomes the typical rude-to-servers-chef. Trouble is, as he barks at them, he doesn't realize they don't truly understand him. And he doesn't understand the tickets.......written in Chinese!
Still, his lamb is a hit with the judges, as well as his soup. Dana Cowin announces that, even though she's a foodie, she doesn't like tartare, she does like Angelo's tartare because it's so "refined". And that's the key word this tasting: "refined." Whenever you hear "refined" you know the judges are liking what they are eating. And I decide to take a shot of tequila at the mention of refined.
Within thirty seconds, I'm drunk.
Refined is a nice word, but it's no Singaporean.
Shot, anyone?
KEVIN

Kevin is still worried about his lack of wok, but knows that since he won't have to rely on one, he should be okay. He's going along at a nice clip, getting the almost invisible edit, until....
Cockles.
He's having Cockle Troubles, because they won't open. He calls across the kitchen, Can anyone help me with my cockles? They won't open!
I have always thought that Angelo had a thing for cockles, but he says nothing; Kelly only knows from her husband's cockles, so she says No. ImmuneEd is, allegedly, an expert cockle opener, and the day is saved.
Until the wait staff begins speaking and writing and Kevin realizes that, while he can't wok, he also has a hard time understanding people who can; he doesn't read Chinese, doesn't cook Chinese.
It's all Japanese to him.
His chowder is a success, with both Tom and Dana loving it, and Gail calling it "refined"--shot. His 63° Farm Egg is also a hit. Tom calls it a big risk because so many things could have gone wrong, but it was, yes, "refined"--shot.
KELLY

The high point of Kelly's trip to Singapore, was the slash edit. Apparently a finger was cut, and there was blood on the floor. Kelly put on a glove, and then the glove filled with blood.
We learn that Kelly is a bit of a bleeder.
But she's also a team player, more so than anyone else on the team. She offers help, and ingredients, to other chefs, and does so with little to no snark.
I might be Team Kelly.
Might.
Kelly, again, true to being a team player, is the most relaxed in the kitchen, and the most polite to the wait staff. Firm, but polite.
Her chilled soup is a hug hit, and all the judges--Padma, Tom, Gail, Dana Cowin, and Seetoh--love her use of Asian ingredients. The guava-apple salad is amazing, and Seetoh admits more than once to wanting to steal it for his own. Her curry also gets props from Gail, who is, apparently, Singaporean like me.
JUDGES TABLE
as they wait in the Stew Room, Kelly says she's leaving, and then Angelo says he's leaving. Kevin says nothing, and ImmuneEd just smiles.
Padma requests the presence of all chefs at judges table and asks how they liked cooking again as a team. Kelly, the team player, says it all worked out well, and then Angelo says they worked so well together that he forgot it was a competition and that he felt like he was working with his team back home.,
Yeah, if you believe that I have a wok to sell you.
Tom says the judges loved all the dishes, and that the winner and loser will come down to minute issues of refinement--that counts...shot. He tells Angelo that his lamb was perfection, and, just as Angelo pats himself on the back because he's never done lamb tartare before, Tom says his both was more of a sauce. And to add insult, Padma plays the 'S' card....too much Salt.
Kelly's soup gets points, though the fish was roughly cut and lacked texture. As for the Prawns, Gail wanted more heat. Seetoh again wants to steal the guava-apple side dish.
When it comes to Ed, Gail moans some more, Holy Asian extravaganza! Seeetoh loved the pork, but might have deep-fried the rice cake for added texture. Tom thought the fritters were the perfect Lower East Side stoner food--and he meant that as a compliment--while Gail continued to moan. The only problem she saw was that she wanted more.
Gail called Kevin's chowder elegant and, you guess it, "refined"--shot--while Seetoh hoped for more heat. His Tapioca was good, but lacked the texture of, say, peanuts.
VERDICT
Even with the immunity bonus, Ed wins the challenge for creating a good meal when he could have rested on his hot dog.
Now it comes down to Angelo, Kevin, and Kelly, and I begin chanting Angelo...Angelo...Angelo.
But it's Kelly. And true to her nature she is gracious and thanks the judges, telling them that their critiques have made her a better chef. Kevin is still in the invisible edit, but Angelo is weeping.
Frog Leg Tears.
I guess now I'll have to switch teams again........but whose team?
Thursday, September 02, 2010
Top Chef: To The Moon And Back

It's a quite morning at the Top Chef manse, and not a lot of gloating or partying that Amanda is gone. I mean, we celebrated at my house, but the cheftestants don't seem to care. Except Kevin, who wondered how she made it so far, and then wonders how he made it so far, and then utters the Idiotic Line Of The Night when he says, "It's time to cook."
Really, the last thirteen weeks it wasn't time to cook?
Moving on.
QUICKFIRE
Padma's in the kitchen with Food & Wine editor, Dana Cowin, and this will be the Wine and Food Pairing challenge. It's also a High Stakes Quickfire, and the winner gets a trip to London. Each chef will pick a wine, and then create the perfect pairing to go with that wine.
Angelo, who loves wine, lives for wine, sips and spits, and finally settles on an Evolution White wine that tastes a little bit Riesling and a little bit Gewurztraminer. Tiffany admits that she has a "wine guy"--and by that I hope she doesn't mean someone who drinks Mad Dog out of a paper bag, while Kelly tells us her husband is the sommelier at her restaurant so she has this in the bag. Kevin and Ed apparently just like wine.
Tiff pairs a Two Hand Shiraz with a Cocoa and Pepper Crusted Tenderloin and Risotto, while Angelo offers his sweet wine with Foie Gras. Kevin had planned to pair a Tangley Oaks Merlot with pork belly, but then his belly didn't turn out, so he chose another big, bold meat: quail. Yes, quail. Ed used his Italian red, Il Poggione Rosso with beef and spring potato risotto, while Kelly served Federalist Dry Creek Zin with wild boar and a blue cheese emulsion.
Dana liked them all, for the most part, but Kevin got the quail smackdown. Kelly got praise for her dish but Dana no likee Blue Cheese Emulsion. Personally, I wouldn't like any food called "cheese emulsion" because it sounds less gastronomical and more gastro-intestinal. So, that leaves Angelo as the winner, and all the other chefs worried that, as Kevin says, Angelo got his mojo back.
ELIMINATION CHALLENGE
Create a dish that can be freeze-dried and sent into space.
No. Really. Space food.
The cheftestants head to the Goddard Space Flight Center and talk to astronauts aboard the space station and Vickie Kloeris, Food Scientist. Vickie explains the types of food available, and the kinds of foods the astronauts like. Nothing too sweet, because sugar is hard to freeze dry; no big chunky food, for the same reason. But, the astronauts find that spicy food tastes best in space. Go figure.
Plus, Padma tells them, that this year the Final Four will be going international, and the last challenges will be in Singapore. Angelo faints.
So, let's rip....
ANGELO

High off his win for the Quickfire, Angelo chooses to serve Ginger Lacquered Short Ribs, Pea Puree--making a triumphant return--Horseradish Creme Fraiche and Pickled Mushrooms.
At Whole Foods, Angelo's ego takes over and he barks at the counter help and nearly runs down an old lady shopping. But hey, anything to win, right? Gotta get that mail order bride into an envelope.
When Tom visits in the kitchen, and Angelo mentions ribs, Tom makes a face and suddenly Angelo is worried. But not too worried because he then proceeds to make love to his ribs. Cue the porn soundtrack.
And cue the Big Ego soundtrack, too, because, Angelo knows he's gonna win this. Cut to me, and I'm hoping that this is the Too-Cocky-Now-You're-Knifed edit.
But, Angelo settles down long enough to worry that the Candied Ginger will make his dish too sweet, and too sweet is bad. Um, Angelo? Candied ginger? It's very name says sweet. I mean, I could'a told you that.
Still, the judges like the dish. Buzz Aldrin is a fan of the pickled mushroom, perhaps because Buzz looks a little pickled himself. Just sayin'.
Tom calls out the sweetness, but says the dish is quite flavorful. Eric Ripert doesn't mind the sweetness, but finds the dish too acidic. Anthony Bourdain simply loved it.
Perhaps Angelo didn't get the Too-Cocky edit after all.
TIFFANY

Tiffany offers the judges a Pan Seared Alaskan Halibut with Coconut Curry, Snow Pea Shoots and Jasmine Rice. There was going to be some mussels in the dish as well, but Tiffany wanted to cool them down, and accidentally froze them.
Mussels dead; mussels, out.
Beaumont, we have a problem.
Still, she'll keep it simple and make it flavorful with some extra added fish stock. I fear Tiffany is getting the Big-Mistake-Gets-You-Knifed edit, but then Tiffany laughs and I forget all about that.
I love that laugh.
And I love her perseverance. See, Tiffany started at IHOP and was told that girls were not allowed in the kitchen, but then she changed all that.
FU-IHOP.
And FU Eric Ripert, who doesn't see the connection between the ingredients in her dish, even though Anthony Bourdain loves the sauce--the mussel-less sauce.
Things look good for Tiffany.
KEVIN

Kevin knows, he knows, that his American comfort food will buy him a seat on a plane to Singapore, because he's resilient, like his mother on whom the family pulled the plug about six years ago, and she didn't die....right away. She hung on and Kevin will hang on, plugged in or not. This, as Kevin tells us, means that he deserves the win more than anyone else because he will just not die.
I call this the Creepy-Personal-Story edit, and I don't like it.
Tom liked his dish, but Anthony Bourdain wished Kevin had thought outside his orbit. Mad Food Scientist Vickie thought it would be too hard to get crispy onions into space.
Really Vickie? They can put a man on the moon, but onion rings can;t be done.
What are you doing with that billion dollar budget NASA?
KELLY

For her Spaceship Cuisine, Kelly went classical, offering Pan Roasted Alaskan Halibut--though I can think of something else from Alaska that should be rocketed off the planet--with Artichoke-Fennel Barigoule, and a Sourdough Salsa Verde Salad.
As she cooks, and I will give Kelly props for being the polite chef, although Saddam Hussein would appear polite alongside Angelo, Kelly thinks the Top Four! Top Four! will be her, Angelo, Tiffany and Kevin.
Sorry Ed.
Tom liked Kelly's dish, but Vickie--or as I'm thinking of her now, Vickie Downer--thinks there's too much liquid and it doesn't freeze-dry well. But Buzz, who has actually been in space [Vickie!] thinks the dish works really well, and he likes the crunch of the artichokes.
ED

He's worried about the fat on his ribs...and I mean the ribs he's cooking, not his own ribs you know. I mean, a chef coat can only hide so much,. Ed.
But the judges like his flavors. They like the Moroccan touches, though Eric Ripert calls the dish too complicated. Anthony Bourdain calls Eric Ripert a whiny bitch, because he thinks the dish is perfection.
But, and this is who counts, the NASA folks wonder what the astronauts will do with the rib bones.
Hello? The Jetson's dog? Astro? He loves rib bones.
Problem solved by Bob in Smallville.
JUDGES TABLE
Tom likes all the dishes and wishes all the chefs could go to Singapore. Tom, I think, is getting soft. Where's the nasty Tom who berates the chefs for not cooking, for bad rice, for no salt or too much salt?
I sometimes get a little tingly at Mean Tom.
Still, everyone liked Ed's dish, with Bourdain calling it perfect, and saying Ed cooked his heart out, and Ripert once again calling it complicated, and Padma having to separate the two of them. Tom says so much could have gone wrong with a dish that had so m much in it, but Ed pulled it off.
Tom also liked Tiffany's nicely cooked fish, but he didn't get the tomatoes. Not that he didn't actually get tomatoes in his plate, but he missed the point of the tomatoes. Eric Ripert wanted some lemon or lime in the dish to brighten it up, while Anthony Bourdain thought the dish needed a stronger tasting fish. That he could use to beat the crap out of Eric Ripert.
Kelly gets props for doing a classic-styled dish and executing it well. Ripert loved Kelly's classical take on her food.
With Angelo, Tom again brings up the dreaded Candied Ginger, though Bourdain and Ripert are now playing nicely and agreeing that his dish was quite good.
Kevin's steak gets called perfect by Tom, though he likes thicker meat--and I will say no more about that. Bourdain thought his whole dish was a bit safe, because this isn't Top Chef Sirloin, after all. Whatever that means.
And so who wins the challenge? who gets their dish rocketed into orbit? Who wins a new Toyota Avalon and a copy of Bourdains new book and an invitation to watch a shuttle launch?
Angelo. Who again gets weepy and exits to the stew room where he rubs and rubs the Toyota key and thanks Jesus.
I may throw up.
And who gets Knifed? Kevin for his safe dish? Kelly for her classic take? Ed for doing too much?
No.
Tiffany!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Seriously.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I'm gonna miss that laugh and the fact that she cooked good food and played fair and seemed nice and laughed a lot.
Singapore will not be the same.
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