Sunday, October 27, 2013
Because the phrase "too many cooking shows" sounds like a major oxymoron to me.
Because I can do the play-by-play on Iron Chef America right along with Alton Brown.
Because I play along with Chopped. Unless durian fruit or liver shows up in the basket. Those I'll sit out.
Because I actually know what chiffonade, brunoise and julienne mean.
Because in the kitchen I carefully establish my mise-en-place -- to make toast.
Because Chopped judges have started popping up in my dreams. In one Geoffrey Zacarian was a semi-evil wizard (but only semi-evil). And in another, a different judge who shall remain nameless proved out to be a wicked good kisser.
Because movie stars bore me to tears but chefs rev my motor.
Because I'd rather browse cookware than shoes (and yes, I AM sure I'm a woman).