Tonight, the nation’s top chefs are stymied by…pie.
Don’t coddle me.
The competition continues, and thankfully none of the middle schoolers they’ll be feeding will have to worry about an errant dreadlock in their PB&J after the early demise of John.
How much of a cocky asswipe will The Dropper be tonight? All bets are off!
Grits: The breakfast, or lunch, or dinner of champions. Grits with goat cheese? THE DINNER OF KINGS.
I’m a certain kind of person.