iron chef

iron chef
he loves it. so we have to watch it.

we have to watch it now. even though they only cook eels. even though we've never seen eels in the shops here. even though i don't particularly care for it. even though The Squeeze is only new to cooking.

he loves it. so we have to watch it.

i reckon iron chef is the next logical step in cooking shows. it does away with premise of stupid programs like jamie oliver's, which like us to collude with them in this fantasy we too can cook whatever it is they're cooking (look - it's easy!), because jamie and nigella et al are real people, just like us. you can tell they're just like us because they wear groovy young people clothes, have luscious big boobies and kissy lips or use the vernacular. not our vernacular. but vernacular none the less.

but iron chef does away with all that bullshit.
we know we can never create the iron chef's recipes (mostly because of the whole eel availability thing), that we shouldn't even try, because - as everyone knows - iron stadium separates the boys from the iron chefs (should that be 'chevs'? i feel that it should). all challengers suffer humiliating defeats at the hands of chin kenichi, sakai hiroyuki, kobe masahiko and morimoto masaharu (iron chefs chinese, french, italian and japanese, respectively).

so we watch it. and iron chef brunswick brooks no disagreement.