Tune in tonight as the cheftestants attempt to not destroy Gail's bridal shower. Way to get yourself a freebie there, Simmons. I'm sure everything will turn out fine.
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T-minus one hour. There will be cooking. There will probably be some kind of Thanksgiving-in-July thing. There will be Foo Fighters, which makes total sense. We may finally figure out who Melissa is. Or, you know, not.
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50 minutes from now, right here: liveblogging the new batch of cocky, befauxhawked cheftestants. Who will throw who under the bus first? What kind of strangely inappropriate clothing will Padma wear? Is Tom Colicchio capable of not being a total dickwad? Why are reality show contestants so much more prone to fatal bus accidents than the rest of us? Will I actually have anything to say? Join me - this post will be contiually updated, assuming this 8-year-old Toshiba laptop can take it, and the comments are ready and waiting for your expletive-laden judgment. See you after the jump!
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Thank god, someone made actual dinner.
The Horse and Pony Jamboree was a hell of a lot of fun to watch, but, as you may have gleaned, there was not a lot of finished food produced.
It fell to the old guard to produce actual, nourishing food that would keep us sated for more than 15 minutes. You see, the whole day had been hyped as a showdown of new vs. old school: new school being anyone born in 1977 or after who first learned to cook in the current decade (everyone but my brother-in-law Peter), old school being anyone who learned ...