I'm glad to know that being a chef on TV is "the new American dream." Yeah, forget a loving family, being a good provider, etc. I want to cross tongs with Bobby Flay! And, before I go any further, I am formally protesting this competition since I was not allowed to enter.
A quick run though the entries is disheartening. How could you not want on Broccoli Man or the PA Dutch guy broadcasting from what appears to be the shed where he hacks up hitchhikers. They got 10,000 tapes and will choose eight finalists.
The guy who "created" that Rachel Rey show says they "take great information and make it outrageously entertaining." Righhhhhhht. Bite me asswipe.
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