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.