Warmth. Warming. Warminess.
Salad. Salade. Ensalade.
Not too bad of an episode. I move on to NYC, Penny and Chris go home. Many people are rejoicing in the streets on account of this fact. The hatred of Chris and Penny on the blogosphere is mind boggling. With those two gone, it frightens me to see where all that hate is diverted. Is it my turn? Next episode is another barn-burner for me. Let’s see. I got along splendidly with both Chris and Penny and never had any problems with either of them. Still talk to both of them to this day.
My Chicken Vesuvio Sandwich was an original creation that wasn’t highlighted as much as my dull performance. Oh well. I’m learning, right!? Those camera challenges are very difficult. 1 minute to do anything just isn’t natural (just ask the wife…hey oh.) I would be thrilled to never have to do a 1 minute camera challenge ever again.
Cooking for wolfgang in our tiny kitchen was a thrill. I loved this challenge and enjoyed displaying my refined salad making abilities. When I was charged with the first course, I knew a salad was necessary. I did not want to bombard Wolfgang and the committee with a bread, meat and cheese bomb. A little dainty handheld bite of raw beef and fried wanton sounded like my best bet. At least they liked my presentation.
Jyll’s unfortunate risotto debacle was the main event of this episode, and watching Wolfgang call out for beef stock in our kitchen was pretty hilarious. I just sat back and thought to myself…”well, this just increased my odds of NOT going home.” That’s how you think during this comeption. It’s not polite, I know, but at least i’m honest. Other peoples failures where often a source of inner joy for the other finalists. Any one tell you different, they be lying.
Overall, I just couldn’t wait to get out of that house and on plane. I was done with LA and that big ol’ house in the hills. I needed to refresh my mental screen (Alt F5) and buckle down in order to win this thing. At this point I missed my family terribly and just wanted to hug the hell out of them. Getting green lit to NYC only brought me closer to my family, and at this point, I might as well bring home the title. These were my thoughts, among many others. Manly the following…”what is TV like?”….”do these people ever stop speculating what the next challenge is?”……..”what does it feel like to be hugged, other than hugging an eliminated finalist goodbye?”……..”how much pastrami are they gonna let me eat in NY?”…..
Next week Ina & Rachel. Will I impress them? Will I scare them? It’s an even bet that I’ll illicit a little bit of both…