Let the dog in!

I’m in mourning now. Why? Because Top Chef just ended. Not only that, but Sam, my personal favorite, did not even get into the finale (Bainbridge Island high school graduate Marcel did, with hair that could beat Don King’s hair at thumb wrestling). At least strong, silent Sam was not Voted Off by the “general public” (morons that they are). No, it was judges. Even the host got choked up telling Sam to pack his knives. Maybe a little crush there? Oh, well, just another tv disappointment. Why do I keep going back? It’s not to improve my cooking skills. Top Chef and Iron Chef America are two shows that have had as much effect on my kitchen skills as Sesame Street (at least the latter taught me to spell “vegetable”). I guess I just love a good poke in the eye. That reminds me, when does Project Runway start up?

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