Though this week has been rough, the bright shining spot of it wasn't something you'd expect.
For once, I loved the winner of The Next Food Network Star.
SPOILER ALERT!
Aarti beat out Guy Fieri wannabes Herb and Big Tom in what I felt was a bit of a surprise upset considering Indian cuisine isn't exactly going to appeal to Middle America.
I was thrilled to have Aarti join my Food Network family.
Yes, I consider them my family. To be honest, I probably spend more time with the Iron Chefs than I do with many of my cousins.
Considering how much Food Network I watch, I should be a master chef by now. Yet amazingly, I have absorbed absolutely nothing from watching all these shows.
Oh don't me wrong. I know all about the Barefoot Contessa's husband Paul--actually, I know too much. I know far more about Paul than I have any business knowing. That woman talks more about that man than any wife I have ever met talks about her husband. I'm starting to wonder if Paul has some sort of astounding sexual prowess that knocks the Contessa's shoes off, hence her moniker.
Like any favorite, I have my favorites. My favorite aunt (Giada), my annoying cousin (Rachel), my goofball uncle (Bobby), and my sassy grandma (Paula).
Thanks to Food Network, my insomnia has never been so much fun.
And just so we're clear, you can't watch most of the shows on Food Network when you're totally coherent.
Chef vs. City isn't nearly as fun at its normal time as it is at 2am when you're barely awake and wearing a Snuggie.
Lately, I've been a bit miffed at my favorite network. They've been snatching ideas from Top Chef and acting like it's no big deal.
24 Restaurant Battle? Um, Top Chef did that first. It's called Restaurant Wars, and it's the Superbowl of Top Chef.
Chopped was originally a Top Chef challenge as well, and now chefs from Bravo's reality competition are being wooed over to Food Network and vice versa.
It's just like West Side Story, except instead of dancing, there are white wine reductions.
I haven't complained about it much, because...Well...the idea of Restaurant Wars on weekly--even a bastardized version--isn't exactly...unappetizing to me.
(Pun intended.)
Eventually I might start actually paying attention and learn to cook some of the stuff I see on Food Network.
Now they even have a Cooking Channel, since Food Network has become to food what MTV has become for airing music videos.
The Cooking Channel is twenty-four hours of nothing but cooking.
Gosh, sometimes it feels like there just aren't enough hours in the day.
For once, I loved the winner of The Next Food Network Star.
SPOILER ALERT!
Aarti beat out Guy Fieri wannabes Herb and Big Tom in what I felt was a bit of a surprise upset considering Indian cuisine isn't exactly going to appeal to Middle America.
I was thrilled to have Aarti join my Food Network family.
Yes, I consider them my family. To be honest, I probably spend more time with the Iron Chefs than I do with many of my cousins.
Considering how much Food Network I watch, I should be a master chef by now. Yet amazingly, I have absorbed absolutely nothing from watching all these shows.
Oh don't me wrong. I know all about the Barefoot Contessa's husband Paul--actually, I know too much. I know far more about Paul than I have any business knowing. That woman talks more about that man than any wife I have ever met talks about her husband. I'm starting to wonder if Paul has some sort of astounding sexual prowess that knocks the Contessa's shoes off, hence her moniker.
Like any favorite, I have my favorites. My favorite aunt (Giada), my annoying cousin (Rachel), my goofball uncle (Bobby), and my sassy grandma (Paula).
Thanks to Food Network, my insomnia has never been so much fun.
And just so we're clear, you can't watch most of the shows on Food Network when you're totally coherent.
Chef vs. City isn't nearly as fun at its normal time as it is at 2am when you're barely awake and wearing a Snuggie.
Lately, I've been a bit miffed at my favorite network. They've been snatching ideas from Top Chef and acting like it's no big deal.
24 Restaurant Battle? Um, Top Chef did that first. It's called Restaurant Wars, and it's the Superbowl of Top Chef.
Chopped was originally a Top Chef challenge as well, and now chefs from Bravo's reality competition are being wooed over to Food Network and vice versa.
It's just like West Side Story, except instead of dancing, there are white wine reductions.
I haven't complained about it much, because...Well...the idea of Restaurant Wars on weekly--even a bastardized version--isn't exactly...unappetizing to me.
(Pun intended.)
Eventually I might start actually paying attention and learn to cook some of the stuff I see on Food Network.
Now they even have a Cooking Channel, since Food Network has become to food what MTV has become for airing music videos.
The Cooking Channel is twenty-four hours of nothing but cooking.
Gosh, sometimes it feels like there just aren't enough hours in the day.
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