I am not good at cooking. I can make eggs, pasta, rice, variations of stir-fry and...that's about it. I don't know the difference between the broil and bake functions on the oven. But...I'm totally addicted to Top Chef. I think I jumped on this bandwagon a tad late, but if I'd known it would be this entertaining I'd have started watching seasons ago.
Okay, as much as it pains me to say this, I really think Hosea is going to win TC New York. I don't know much about cooking, but I do know a thing or two about Bravo reality show editing (hello, Project Runway): 1. They've really decided to ramp up this supposed Hosea-Stefan rivalry, which is pretty much all in Hosea's big bald head, for drama or whatever and 2. Stefan definitely got the "overconfident frontrunner and unrepentant asshole" editing job last night. I mean, I love Stefan in his all hilariously over the top European glory, and even I thought he was acting like a huge ass in last night's ep.
If he actually stepped it back up a notch, he'd easily be the best chef there and totally deserve to win. And I'd be equally happy if Carla won, because she is fabulous and hilarious and used to be a model while at the same time bearing a close resemblance to Beaker from the Muppets. And she is on a hell of a run right now.
Hopefully by this time next week I'll be eating my words. Because, seriously, anyone but Hosea. Otherwise I'll have to fight the urge to chuck a brick at my TV.
Beaker is confused as to how Hosea is still on this show, but Fabio (of the bunky bed) is not. Nevertheless he is glad we've seen the last of Leah.
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