how often on a daily basis do you wonder if you’re One Of Those Annoying People Who Cant Take A Hint and people only respond to you bc they feel obligated
I love that whenever a chef on Cutthroat calls something “deconstructed” the judge knows something has gone horribly horribly wrong.
Code words to look out for:
Deconstructed - “Someone stole a crucial ingredient or I just plain forgot to get it in the pantry.”
My [insert matriarchal family member’s] recipe - “This is nothing like what it’s supposed to taste like I’m so sorry”
Truffle oil - “I’m an idiot with no taste buds”
Chili sauce - “I’m an idiot with dead taste buds and think Sriracha gives it authentic Mexican/Asian flavor”
Perfectly - “I might as well go home right now.”
My real competition is [insert male competitors while overlooking female competitors] - “I’m an asshole about to get his ass handed to him by a woman.”
[Ethnicity]-inspired: “I’ll just dump a bunch of Sriracha in it and call it a day then wonder why the Mexican chef beat me in an enchiladas round.”
Fun Fact! On his recent Eat Your Science tour, Alton told a story about how Sriracha is BANNED from Cutthroat Kitchen because a chef used in in a dessert described as “drizzled with a white chocolate sriracha glaze.”
Oh god there is so much wrong with that
Do you remember the episode where a chef just straight up squirted it all over his dish straight from the bottle? I was shouting at my tv it was so embarrassing
“My real competition is [insert male competitors while overlooking female competitors]” - *is assessing the situation rapidly to figure out what the fuck is going on and has decided that yes, in fact, of the male competitors IS their real competition.* Just because the woman chef didn’t make the top slot in their fucking bingo book based on first impressions doesn’t make them an asshole or sexist. The competitors are all on fairly equal ground in order to be on the damn show and they don’t know jack shite about each other to begin with. Or maybe they do and this person knows the other dude from experience. Who fucking knows. Fuck off.
It’s
kind of a running joke in my office that I always get the weirdest
calls, and it’s true. One of the more interesting ones I got was from a
drunk guy who meant to call the cops and was trying to file a noise
complaint about his own party. While some of my calls can be pretty
strange, they’re usually fairly tame. I’ve been pretty lucky because I
haven’t had too many disturbing or sad stories to tell from my years
working as a 911 operator. If you’re looking for something like that, I
can point you to several of my colleagues because unfortunately, there’s
no shortage of those in this industry.