Where do I start? I absolutely love this show. It gives me everything I need. Excitement, suspense, aggravation, titillation, and above all, FOOD! I love Tom’s bald, shiny head and his looks of “are you sure about that?” and “what the hell are you thinking?” that could make even the best chef scrap an entire idea and start over again. I love Gail’s level headed reasoning that makes me realize she is the only sane one on the panel. I love Padma’s boobs now that she’s pregnant. I love Toby for his, well…his…ummm…Accent? Oh, and of course is completely off the wall, sometimes offensive comparisons. Finally, I love all the great guest judges they have had, even the few celebrity guest judges that seemingly had no clue as to what they were talking about. Let’s not forget about all the contestants, which I almost became one of myself in the second season. Marcel with his foams and hair. Tiffani with her bitch face (girl could cook though). Stefan with his never ending love of himself and wanting women he couldn’t have. Dave, the wonderful down home cook who couldn’t stop crying. And then there was Stephanie, the first woman to win and fan favorite that year. I called it from the first episode and cried when she won.
What I love more than the show itself is the tradition that comes with it every week. All across the country people have started their own viewing parties, complete with quickfire challenges and judges. But, I’m not here to talk about their parties; I am here to talk about mine. Every Wednesday I get together with my two closest friends and fellow foodies, Rick and Mimi. Mimi and I usually coordinate something together which includes tag teaming of the shopping and prep. Sometimes just one of us does the meal altogether Rick, he brings home the bacon, so he usually doesn’t arrive until we are about to serve, but his witty, jolly banter contributes just as much to the meal…that, and he always does the dishes! Now, what I love about watching the show together and eating a great meal is that we somehow seem to stretch the 40 minutes (always recorded on east coast satellite feed so we don’t have to wait until 10) into about 2 hours. Every commercial break is when the next course is made and served. This is also the time when Rick usually picks up the guitar and we have a little sing-a-long intermission. It is the love of food and my friends that makes this show all the more endearing.
I certainly can’t imagine spending my Wednesday nights without my friends, but there have been a couple times during the seasons past that we couldn’t get together for some reason. I got sick once and I think I cried when I thought Rick and Mimi were watching it without me…I know I cried when I found out they waited for me. Then there was the time that Mimi was out of town and she said she would watch it with her mom and told us to watch it together. I remember feeling dirty, like we were cheating on her together. I remember kind of liking it...sorry Mimi, what can I say, he's hot!
What I love more than the show itself is the tradition that comes with it every week. All across the country people have started their own viewing parties, complete with quickfire challenges and judges. But, I’m not here to talk about their parties; I am here to talk about mine. Every Wednesday I get together with my two closest friends and fellow foodies, Rick and Mimi. Mimi and I usually coordinate something together which includes tag teaming of the shopping and prep. Sometimes just one of us does the meal altogether Rick, he brings home the bacon, so he usually doesn’t arrive until we are about to serve, but his witty, jolly banter contributes just as much to the meal…that, and he always does the dishes! Now, what I love about watching the show together and eating a great meal is that we somehow seem to stretch the 40 minutes (always recorded on east coast satellite feed so we don’t have to wait until 10) into about 2 hours. Every commercial break is when the next course is made and served. This is also the time when Rick usually picks up the guitar and we have a little sing-a-long intermission. It is the love of food and my friends that makes this show all the more endearing.
I certainly can’t imagine spending my Wednesday nights without my friends, but there have been a couple times during the seasons past that we couldn’t get together for some reason. I got sick once and I think I cried when I thought Rick and Mimi were watching it without me…I know I cried when I found out they waited for me. Then there was the time that Mimi was out of town and she said she would watch it with her mom and told us to watch it together. I remember feeling dirty, like we were cheating on her together. I remember kind of liking it...sorry Mimi, what can I say, he's hot!
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