Saturday, June 21, 2008

Top Chef without apology.

No, actually. I do not find it ironic that I crave and often prepare frozen pizzas whilst watching Top Chef, pretending that I, too, can cook. Not at all. I throw that frozen round thing on a piece of foil and slap it on the rack with fierce authority. And I swear that show inspires me to know the precise minute, indeed the very nanosecond, when that sucker needs to come out. Perfection. In 17 to 19 minutes. I’ve never cooked a better frozen pizza than when I’m watching Top Chef.

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