Tag Archives: Food Network

Sweet, sweet superlative

I watch a lot of Food Network — I’m a big fan.

(I want that on the record.)

thebestthingieverateBut watching all the show hosts and chefs from Food Network describe their food favorites on The Best Thing I Ever Ate makes me understand why some people from other countries think Americans are batshit crazy.

These personalities, who typically appear authentic on their Food Network shows,  turn into over-the-top, food-obsessed, caffeine- or sugar-addled caricatures of themselves as they describe the ‘perfect ice cream dish’ or ‘best egg salad ever’ (like that even exists in nature — seriously).

Their eyes bulge. Their pronouncements are peppered with puns.  (They alliterate like that, too.)

It is so annoying.

It is, in fact, The Most Annoying Show on Food Network.

Plus or minus flavor

Love to cook?

Or just love the idea of cooking?

If you spend hours in the kitchen — or in front of the TV watching Food Network chefs spend hours in theirs, you’ll love this guide to kitchen conversions by graphic designer Shannon Lattin.

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No need to break your brain anymore halving or tripling recipes — Shannon’s done it for you!

I’m just gonna use it to check other folk’s work.  (You’re welcome.)

No beans about it

I’m watching 24 in 24Sandwich King Jeff Mauro’s new show on Food Network.

(It’s kinda like the $40 a Day series that Rachael Ray did way back when, but with less scratch.)

He’s in Cleveland in tonight’s episode, and he’s eating chili for lunch.

Now I love chili, and today’s dramatic drop in temperatures makes it sound especially good.  I don’t have any chili on me, but I am really enjoying watch him eat chicken chili from Palookaville Chili in Cleveland.

But he made a curious claim during the program.

He said chili is usually the “B-film of food.”  It’s canned stuff.  It goes on hot dogs.  It’s not the star.

I love the Sandwich King, but I consider chili to be at the top of the soup chain.  At the top of the stew chain.  At the top of Rachael Ray’s ‘stoup’ chain (combo soup/stew).

Chili is king.  And was king long before Jeff won Food Network Star.

Let’s show it a little respect.

Roll with it

Weekends are made for cinnamon rolls.

My sister and I used to make them all the time when we still lived at home.

We used the convenient canned variety.  Popped them open. Arranged them in the pan.  And a short 11-13 minutes later, we were icing them and arguing over the one in the center.

(No edges.)

I haven’t had cinnamon rolls in a long time.  But this photo from the Pioneer Woman’s recipe on FoodNetwork.com reminded me of those yummy breakfasts on lazy weekend mornings.

But her rolls’ estimated total prep time?  2 hours 40 minutes!!

Pioneer Woman — we have ovens and modern conveniences now.  You might wanna take advantage.

Alone again

Sunday, bloody Sunday.

You’ve been my favorite night of television all summer.

But last night The Glee Project wrapped, with Damian and Samuel winning the right to a seven-episode arc on the prime time version of Glee.

In true gleek fashion, the Irish import and the Christian rocker prevailed to share the crown.  The other two runners-up also received  two-episode stints on the show.

Even Cameron, who left the competition early because he didn’t ‘fit in,’ was voted fan favorite.

Everyone’s a winner on The Glee Project.

And last Sunday, Food Network Star also came to a close, with fan favorite — and my choice from early on — Jeff Mauro the Sandwich King getting his own show.

The first episode aired yesterday morning, and it was pretty slick, thanks to the Food Network production team.  I think Jeff should settle in quite nicely.  (As he pointed out himself, he is ‘kinda cuddly.’)

So now Sunday nights are left to only the critters and crazies on True Blood.

Granted, there is enough insanity on that one show alone to carry Sunday night.  But I will kinda miss all the DVR juggling — and Twitter avoidance — I had to manage to watch all three programs without having outcomes or plot twists spoiled.  It made the vast wasteland that is the Monday-thru-Friday’s-of-summer a little easier to bear.

Everyone who’s psyched for premiere week, raise your werepanther!

With love

Dear restaurant chefs:

If you came to The Sticky Egg looking for a creative recipe for your weekend brunch menu, my apologizes.

We don’t do that kinda cookin’ here.

But if you are preparing to compete in Chopped on Food Network, I can help.

Previously an infrequent viewer, I recently sat through a Chopped marathon –ah, inertia — and have discovered the secrets to winning the Chopped championship and coveted $10,000 prize.

  1. Stories: The chef who puts his heart on his white sleeve usually wins.  His chatter to camera is filled with phrases like “love in my food,” “cooking with soul,” and “passion for food.”  The judges are also swayed by personal accounts of the chef’s family and/or upbringing.  Bring photos.  Obviously, you gotta cook well, but if the competition is close — stories can turn the tide.
  2. Seasonings — Be sure to use them.  A chef who doesn’t salt or pepper his dishes well is dismissed as an amateur.
  3. Sense — Show some.  If you only have 20 minutes to make an appetizer, don’t attempt to complete a dish that typically requires two hours.  Undercooked food really turns off the judges…and makes you look like a goober.

Of course, ignoring all these rules makes for more entertaining television, so you can forget I said anything, too.

I am, after all, just an Egg.

Bittersweet

I have watched a lot of Food Network shows in my day, especially the competition formats.

Iron Chef.  Food Network Star.  Last Cake Standing.

But they are all child’s play compared to the Meilleurs Ouvriers de France (Best Craftsman in France) competition featured in Kings of Pastry, which  I discovered quite by accident last night on HBO OnDemand.

The 2010 documentary was directed by D A Pennebacker and Chris Hegebus, who brought us the Oscar-nominated documentary The War Room, about the 1992 presidential campaign of President Bill Clinton.

Surprisingly, Kings of Pastry is just as griping, tense and dramatic as any political campaign — maybe more so.

Becoming a M.O.F. is the pinnacle of a French pastry chef’s career, and the three-day competition is a grueling test for even the finest artisan.  The film follows Jacquy Pfeiffer, an award-winning French chef and instructor at Chicago’s highly regarded French Pastry School, as he prepares for and completes the competition.

The directors also filmed two other finalists preparing for the M.O.F.:  French chefs Regis Lazard — there for the second time after dropping his sugar sculpture and being eliminated during his first attempt — and Philippe Rigollot, the pastry chef at the renowned restaurant, Maison Pic.

The stress that the M.O.F. puts on the chefs and their families is immense.  To say there were a few tears shed is an understatement, especially by the competition judges, who seemed to live each success and failure of the 16 chefs involved.

Their final work is exacting and beautiful to behold — but I would argue the process is the true art.



Fun-gi

David Letterman had a mini-meltdown on “Late Show” recently.

The topic?  Food.

Specifically, there are too many shows on television about food, and too many networks devoted to food programming in a world where so many people go to bed hungry.

And poor Rachael Ray, sitting there in the guest chair…

So, David was the first person I thought of today when I read this article on the sex habits of the black truffle mushroom.

I could see his face — the initial disbelief that it was written at all;  the mounting disgust that people even cared; and then, the evil glee when he figured out how to make a Top Ten List out of the topic.

Black truffles, as you probably know, are the rarest of the truffles, and the most pricey at $100 an ounce.  Scientists just figured out they’re rare because they reproduce sexually, unlike the other fungi.

Now that they know, hopefully they can get them together, get more black truffles made, and bring the price down…which, if you like black truffles, is a good thing.

Or, if you’re David Letterman, will probably inspire another food-related rant.

Watch out, Rachael.

Full up

I’ve started seeing a lot of promos lately for the new seasons of “The Next Food Network Star” and “Top Chef.”  In fact, the first episode of “Food Network Star” aired last night.

(I know this because my DVR taped it while I was at the movies.)

All these would-be TV chefs vying for their own shows on Food Network and Bravo just look….blah to me.  Which made me realize — it’s finally happened.

I have had my fill of reality food television.

I mean, I still watch certain shows on Food Network…and goodness knows Rory watches the channel all the time when I’m not at home.  But the food chef competitions themselves may be on the way down, at least with me.

And really, have they produced any personalities with longevity besides Guy Fieri?  Can you even name any other “Food Network Star” winner from past seasons?  I certainly can’t.  They may still be around, but they are infinitely forgettable.  Same thing for “Top Chef.”

“Food Network Star” knows it, too.  They brought in a contestant ‘mentor’ this year in Giada De Laurentiis.  I guess they are hoping she will distract you from the beginning of the end.

So, enjoy this season.  It maybe the last course.

Food fight!

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.