The love-fest that is Top Chef Masters comes to an end, and we get back to business. Tonight, the premier, which means there will be way too many chefs to know what’s going on. Let’s go!
A nap. Actually, two naps. But barring that, I’ll take a nice cuppa.
A quick word re: my whereabouts: The non-profit I work for has its annual fundraising gala next Thursday, and we’re all in overdrive because of it. Hence my lack of attention to comments the past few days, and the reason that the next two Smackdowns will be weekend affairs. I know you’ll forgive me. Here’s ...
And so, a tedious season comes to an end, after Jonathan threw in the emotional towel last week. Somehow, I’ve ended up rooting for Rick Moonen. I AM ROOTING FOR RICK MOONEN HERE. I’ll take a Susur win too, but will be SEVERELY DISAPPOINTED at a Marcus win. Which is probably what will happen. Next ...
You can decide you want dinner at 8:45, and still be done in time to watch the new Deadliest Catch. What will those wacky Time Bandit boys get up to next? I ask you.* *They will (1) catch or (2) fail to catch crab, that’s what.
Because I love love love ice, but I don’t necessarily love a watery beverage.
It’s too hot to write. But not too hot to scarf down some panna cotta.