So, yes, I do enjoy most of the programs on Food Network. It’s just that the occasional anomaly that is Cutthroat Kitchen is like the rotten apple. Or rotten egg. And stinks just as much. No, worse.
Apparently Food Network has enough commas in the paycheck or enough contract lawyers on retainer to make that little annoying trait called self-respect irrelevant.
I didn’t think it was possible, but this show makes the great Alton Brown, a self-deprecating, incredibly gifted, and spontaneous, intelligent chef, look like a jerk. He’s become the Chuck Barris of the Foodie set.
Before I go into my rant – which newbies may see as shallow, opinionated, narrow-minded, and snobbish, and I’m good with that – I just want to make a couple of things perfectly clear.
Okay, you got a chance to read my previous rant about Chopped. While I still have issues with it, it has embarrassingly become one of my guilty pleasures.
Am I the only one in the world who feels that this program is, well, a little silly?
Well, when I went to get the “sponge” to start mixing the other ingredients, I was greeted by the dough equivalent of Godzilla.
So along I come with MirePoix Vegas, another one. Am I out of my mind? Probably. No new news there. Not that it ever mattered anyway.