On Sundays, I’ve noticed that my friends’ status updates on Facebook are often dedicated to their favorite football teams.
Karen and Jason are all about the Steelers. Lisa, Andrea and Jennifer often mention the Pats. My friend Woody — not his real name — bemoans Baltimore’s latest attempt. And I have several other friends who chat up their fantasy football leagues (but I won’t go there again).
I pictured them in my mind last night, poised in front of their TV sets at home or in a bar, enthralled with the big game…as I too was held spellbound by the head-to-head competition on…
The Next Iron Chef!!!
Isn’t it amazing that me, a woman who doesn’t really cook, and doesn’t really want to learn to cook, loves to watch other people cook in all ways, shapes and forms? And if that cooking is set up as a competition, all the better.
Cake baking competition? I’m there. Thanksgiving dinner cook off? Set the DVR (and I don’t even like turkey). The best chefs in New York City going head-to-head? Sign me up, sister.
Watching professional chefs do their thing — and lose their cool doing it — is awesome. Their skills are amazing, but it’s even more entertaining to observe them revert into children in the height of the competition. They cheat. They cry. They miss their mommas.
It’s just like professional football, really. Deep down, they’re all big kids, running around getting paid to play.
But in Iron Chef, the concessions are way better.
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Trish // November 24, 2009 at 10:58 am |
Oh, man, I love me some cooking competitions. (In fact, just blogged about the Next Iron Chef results.) And oddly enough, it’s actually made me a better—or at least more adventurous—cook. Do you read seriouseats.com? Yummmmm.