Mr. A and I like to watch Iron Chef America. With a bottle of bourbon. Drink every time:
Bobby Flay uses cornmeal.
Or a blue corn tortilla.
Or a squeeze bottle full of basil oil.
Or poblano peppers.
Or sweet potatoes.
Chug if he makes a sweet potato hash.
Empty the bottle if he makes a sweet potato hash underneath an “edgy” eggs benedict variation.
Throw the empty bottle out the window if he puts jalepenos in the hollandaise.
We’re usually blind by the first commercial break.
The dude does about six things very well, is a gross and conceited asshole with the judges and there’s not a single thing he does I couldn’t do at home myself. Watching Morimoto make sushi is like watching a master paint. Watching Bobby Flay squirt chili all over a fried fish is like Thursday at TGI Friday’s.