You may have noticed that the current “Migraine Musing” is from 2004.  That’s because this week marks the 12th birthday for my little corner of the internet(s)!  So, I decided to dredge up a classic rant, particularly for those that may not have read it when I first wrote it in 2004.  It’s not at all a perfect example of this blog or its history, but it is one of the most read articles I ever posted.  Shortly after I posted it, it was linked from Television Without Pity and the Food Network message boards.  Reactions to my post may have contributed to the demise of the FN message boards at the time.  Unfortunately, the post did not mean the end of the “show” in question.  Since another show is referenced in the post, I went ahead and pulled that post as well, a rant on a “cooking” show once aired on the Discovery networks.

It may have to wait until tomorrow, but I have two other posts planned: a review of the Wilson Center program Dialogue, and a recent photo of the wee one!

So enjoy some ICRVN history, and check back soon for current ramblings!

See you then!


From April 18, 2004:

  • SEMI-HOMEMADE = BARELY EDIBLE
    Oh… Dear… Lord…

    There is now officially a worse cooking show than Cookin’ in Brooklyn: Semi-Homemade Cooking with Sandra Lee.

    I want Martha Stewart back. That’s how bad this thing is.

    The whole premise is Martha Stewart for busy women. You know – “homemakers.” Those women supposed to take care of the house while the man of the family earns the money.

    Right.

    I’m not even going to address the tired gender issues there.

    Nope – I’m saving my venom for the wacked-out space case hosting the show, Sandra Lee, whom I have on more than one occasion named “Sandra Dee,” and not always by accident.

    Remember my rant on Cookin’ in Brooklyn where I was (and still am) dumbfounded by the entire bag of pork rinds in the chili recipe?

    This woman tops that. She tops it, adds more crap, and tops it some more. Then colors it pink.

    Now, even I will cut a corner here or there when I can in a recipe to save time. However, at the heart of my cooking is a knowledge that fresh is best. Sandra Lee seems to think that as long as you provide enough alcohol, no one will know better. Ugh.

    This trainwreck of a show is on a couple of times a week, and has become all but required viewing in our house. Not for tips or recipes, but simply to see what she has the gall to do next, and how much alcohol she requires to make it palatable. Virtually every show features a display to showcase the new recipes, and each show has some form of alcoholic cocktail, which she of course samples at every opportunity.

    While Rachel Ray is not as bad, I am bothered a bit by these new cooking shows that emphasize two things: shortcuts and booze. Now, my alcohol consumption borders on teetotalling, mainly because I just have no use for “social drinking.” But I can see where every now and again a nice cocktail or glass of good beer or wine is a good thing. But this woman worries me. I realize she is in the “entertaining” business (you know what, so is Jenna Jameson now that I think about it), but does entertaining these days rely so heavily upon getting smashed?

    Moving on…

    Even if you were to “consume mass quantities” of alcohol, I cannot imagine people with any sort of palate at all eating much, if any, of her recipes. Well, actually, if you were to eat the actual recipes, they’d be better for you. At least you could take solace in the fact that you were getting more nutrition from the fiber in the paper than in whatever ingredients she uses.

    Take the most recent episode of the show, “Mexican Fiesta.” The menu consists of:

    Cream Cheese Flan

    Fiesta Fondue

    Guacamole

    Las Chalupas

    Mango Margaritas

    Mexican Pizza

    Let’s start with the fact that this Mexican Fiesta includes a dish from Sweden and a dish from Italy. That is the first issue I have here. It didn’t even phase Lee that two of her dishes were based on other continents.

    Those Flan? Oy. Evaporated milk, condensed milk, eggs, honey, and cream cheese in a blender, then baked until they jiggle slightly in the center, about 45 minutes. They came out a little overdone, and I couldn’t get the image of the two different canned milk products out of my head. Alton Brown’s recipe for flan is milk, 1/2 and 1/2, vanilla, eggs, sugar. Sounds good. Lee’s just looked, well, odd.

    Fiesta Fondue. Should you ever decide to make this, simply leave a note for your family, kiss the kids, pack a few outfits, and go to the nearest insane asylum, and settle down for a long winter’s nap. The first ingredient is cheese soup. From a can. Then jarred salsa, milk, and pre-shredded cheese. She then stirred all of this in her expensive non-stick pot with a wire whisk for a few minutes. At this point, my stomach was trying to find an easy exit from my body. One of the dippers she suggested? Jicama! Go out of your way to find and cut Jicama into sticks, but by lordDon’t forget the cheese soup!

    Guacamole. I love Guacamole, and it’s easy as hell: I spoon out 2 Haas avocados, and stir in some finely diced tomato, onion and garlic, and add a bit of lime or lemon juice, salt and pepper. Done. Easy. But, apparently there are shortcuts here, too. Lee takes two avocados and adds jarred salsa and sour cream (?!). Oh! And she also adds some “juice from a jar of peppers.” (More on this later.)

    I’m not going to address the margaritas. I’ve said enough already about alcohol.

    However. Las Chalupas and the “Mexican” Pizzas.

    The Mexican Pizza starts with half a can of refried black beans, smeared on a Boboli pizza crust. She then topped this with (over-fried) chorizo and jarred salsa. On top of this goes “Mexican” pre-shredded cheese. After baking for a few minutes, the pizzas are topped with lettuce, tomato, crushed tortilla chips(?!), and ranch dressing!

    I am just waiting to see this show “sponsored by Pepto Bismol.”

    Ranch fricking dressing. Of course, from a bottle. (The “Hidden Valley” envelopes are too stressful, I suppose.)

    And then the “piece de résistance,” which I believe is from the French for “dear lord don’t let her food near my children,” the Las Chalupas, which twice she told us were just like pizzas, but “so much better.” Then, if I may, why make the Mexican Pizzas?!

    For the Pizzas she bought Boboli. For these, she actually fried flour tortillas in oil. Okay – she used way too much oil and the tortilla came out suspiciously like a cowpie, but I digress.

    She then spread a meat mixture that would confound any good lunchlady: beef, “taco seasoning” (usually found right next to the MSG), more jarred salsa, and 1/4 cup “jalapeno juice.” More on the juice later.

    You are supposed to take the fried tortilla, top it with meat and cheese, and broil until the cheese melts, then top it with lettuce, tomato, olives (the recipe clearly states that these olives must be “from a can”), sour cream, and “Store bought guacamole.”

    Um…

    Didn’t she just “semi-make” some?

    At this point, even Mr Spock would throw up his hands, say “Eff it – there’s no logic here at all,” and leave the ship via the airlock in hopes of a swift end.

    The garnish to these things is the store bought guacamole and sour cream, with fresh sliced avocado on top.

    Yes. Fresh sliced avocado on top. Because of course you won’t have any left over from your store bought guacamole.

    Alright.

    I’ve let it go long enough.

    She never once opened the jar of peppers and used a pepper from the jar! She only used the juice. At the end of the final recipe involving “pepper juice,” Lee very proudly turned to the camera and shared “a trick.” And I am not making this up.

    “Now, I want to put the juice away, but I want to show you a little trick. Run this [the jar] underneath the cold water so that you fill your peppers back up. Put this in the refrigerator and then the next time you go to make Mexican food, you have juice all over again. You didn’t have to buy a new jar.”

    At least I can take solace in the fact that she has sired no young, and therefore has not propagated this drivel to the next generation.

    But dear lord – she lived in Wisconsin for crying out loud. She should know better than to use pre-shredded cheese!

    Gah!

    From January 31, 2004:

  • A SIGN THAT THE END IS NEAR…One of the “benefits” of the flu is sleeping a lot and catching some really… Weird stuff on TV. Now, I’m sure I’ve railed on some of the more questionable cooking shows on the Food Network, but I inadvertently stumbled upon what must be the worst cooking show ever. On the Discovery Home & Leisure channel is a series of cooking shows – mostly old PBS stuff, and the occasional new show. One of those new shows features a dip named Alan Harding, host of Cookin’ in Brooklyn. Dear lord. I really now have to ask: why the hell don’t I have a cooking show? People with years of culinary training get shows alongside people whose sole experience in a kitchen is passing through it on the way to the television.What makes this show so bad is the fact that its moronic host has five restaurants in the Brooklyn area! FIVE!Five restaurants, and his recipe for chili includes some very questionable ingredients. I can’t reproduce the entire recipe here for you, but I can give you some samples:

    1 package ground beef

    1/2-1 lb. frozen turkey

    1 fennel

    1/2 eggplant

    3 Tbsp. fig jam

    1/3 jar of pickles (with juice!)

    1/2-1 cup rice

    1 handful of baby arugula

    1 small package of crushed pork rinds

    This is only about one quarter to one third of the ingredients. What struck me about these particular ingredients is the vague nature of their inclusion. Apparently you can pick any size package of beef. Now, not only is that not very helpful, but the turkey is supposed to be ground. Hopefully, those actually (yuk) attempting this recipe will read the whole recipe before shopping. Imagine trying to find a one pound frozen turkey. Read on and you find that the recipe calls for half of an eggplant. Two things here: first, the episode shows that it is a small eggplant, which is never mentioned in the recipe. Second… What kind of freak puts eggplant in chili?! Fig jam? Ew. And he put in some half a cup, not three tablespoons. The pickles? Maybe – but for crying out loud be more specific. In the show he used a small jar of cornichons and pickled onions, but the recipe makes it seems like you could pick a two pound jar of sweet gherkins and be okay. He never mentions anywhere in the recipe that the rice is already cooked (in fact, in the episode he says that you can put in “used Chinese rice.” You know… After you spit it back up again, I suppose). Arugula? Whatever.

    Pork rinds.

    A bag of pork rinds.

    I’m southern, so I like pork rinds. Hell, where I’m from, the only part of the pig you don’t use is the oink.

    But… In chili? Uh, no. First, the recipe says a small package. In the episode he used an eight ounce bag – which is pretty big when you consider the fact that pork rinds are mostly air.

    This is the most ridiculous and disgusting recipe I have ever seen.

    Five restaurants.

    I just don’t know what to say.

    Except that the inclusion of pork rinds in a chili recipe is a true sign of the aporkalypse.

  • I have a longer post in mind regarding recent events featuring noted model citizens Serena, Kanye and Joe Wilson, but I wanted to post a few random thoughts from my viewing of the recent MTV Video Music Awards.

    • First and foremost…  MTV shows videos?  When did that change?
    • Did noted Hollywood nitwit and potential anorexic Megan Fox really complain that the host said another actor’s name before her?
    • Who is Russel Brand, and why are we being subjected to him?  Is England getting us back for George Bush?
    • I was really happy to see that Madonna was able to make the Michael Jackson tribute all about her.
    • A classy move by Beyonce, someone I don’t normally like.
    • Lost in all the hubbub was the first “live” performance by the British band MUSE on American teevee.  FUSE has been airing their videos for years, so it’s nice to see MTV realize there’s good music out there after all.  If you haven’t heard them, they are an odd mix of Bowie, Queen, Duran Duran and Green Day.
    • And then there was…  Lady Gaga.

    The VMAs allowed me a chance to finally “get” Lady Gaga.  Clearly, she is the current generation’s version of Madonna: oddball Monroe wannabe who with the right computer and producers can churn out passable music.  While I won’t repeat some of the harsher comments I saw about her appearance on the show, I will say that it took some interesting work to have her at one moment dressed as the Phantom of the Opera, and at another moment look like the love child of Bjork and an Ewok.  It took a lot to make Pink’s Cirque du Soleil like performance look completely normal or boring, but Gaga managed just that.

    Clearly there is something wrong with Kanye West.  No matter what you think of what he says, there is something wrong with his wiring that goes beyond someone being a jerk.  Consider this along with his “Bush doesn’t care about black people” outburst during the Katrina fundraiser and you have evidence of a deeper problem.

    Whatever the results, the VMAs were the quintessential American program: all about the spectacle rather than substance.

    Nicely done, MTV…  You made us forget about the music once again.

    I woke up this morning from another migraine-induced dream, but for once, I was all to happy to have had the dream.

    If you are new to this blog, or aren’t familiar with migraines, permit me this explanation.  Migraines are not just bad headaches, but small seizures of the brain (and when particularly bad, the CNS) that render the brain somewhat useless.  The brain gets rewired for the duration of the attack, jumbling the brain much like tipping over a file cabinet and putting the files back in a different order.  Everything gets affected in varying degrees, from basic language, to factual information, and even emotions (although this occurs to a far lesser extent).  This is why if you ever spend time with someone while they are suffering from a migraine, you hear them interject words that don’t work with the frame of the conversation or drop words altogether.  (This is how the word “refrigerator” became such a buzz word in my family.)

    I digress.

    When these changes to the brain happen while you are sleeping, dreams become the canvas of temporary insanity.  Imagine jumbling frames from the films of Kurosawa, Bergman, Tarantino, and throwing in a few frames of Sesame Street (or worse: Telleytubbies).  The dreams are usually vivid, intense, and very surreal.

    However, for once, the dream was one I’d have over and over, if I could.

    The dream was a mishmash of emotions and memories from various points in my life, and I could not begin to tell you why those memories were chosen.  The setting was my room about the time I was in high school, in the late 1980s.  The premise was that I was expecting someone to come over so that I could teach them to use MS Word.  (This makes sense, as computers were one thing I had a knack for, and I was often asked to show people how to do stuff in Word when they were only familiar with WordPerfect.  In fact, I have helped my wife with this to this day.)

    The second component of the dream is a little odd.  As it turned out, the friend was my wife.  However, where physically she was like she was when we first met, mentally she was as she is today after our having been together for so long.  (This is what was somewhat confusing in retrospect: I was with my wife at two different time of her life.  Basically her brain from now was in her body from when we met.  If I tell you she was like Kitty in the X-Men story “Days of Future Past,” it will both help explain the situation to you, and expose my inherent geekiness.)

    The third component was the one I enjoyed so much: the emotional component.  The emotions I felt when I was with my wife in the dream were a combination of the emotions I experienced from various points in our relationship: the odd combination of fear, excitement, and anxiety of the moment we met, the joy felt during each reunion during the time we would see each other on weekends while I finished college, and the warmth, happiness, and contentment I feel when I am with my wife today.  It was a heady, intense cocktail of emotions to feel all at once, but one I was happy to experience, even though it meant waking up in intense pain from the migraine.

    I’m sure all of this seems silly and over the top, but it was nice to have a migraine induced dream that made me feel good before making me feel like crap… if you understand my meaning.

    One thing it did was also confirm what I already knew: I married well.  Not in the sense that I married someone who makes my life easier, but in the sense that I found someone who is the perfect yin to my yang.  Or, if it’s an easier analogy, she (and lord help me for being reduced to making this quote) “completes” me.  We’re coming up on our tenth anniversary, having been together for eleven years now, and of all of the major decisions I’ve made over my lifetime, marrying my wife is the best one I’ve made.

    The migraine last night gave me a nice, early anniversary present, allowing me to experience all of the emotion from one of the best days of my life, the day my wife said “yes.”

    And the day I got my Dream Girl.

    My favorite artist died two years ago yesterday, of a sudden heart attack.  Comic news website Newsarama posted a nice remembrance of the talented artist.

    As of this writing, the fifth season The Next Food Network Star (NFNS) has concluded, and the first episode of winner Melissa D’Arabian’s show $10 Dinners has aired.  As with many of the Food Network’s recent offerings, there is not much to either of them.  The Food Network (TFN) has become extremely predictable in nearly everything it does (well, almost).  In fact, NFNS has actually become a pretty good representation of what has gone wrong, either intentionally or unintentionally, to make TFN such a pale shadow of what it once was, just a few years ago.

    When FN started, there was no intent on creating cooking superstars, the intent was simple: teaching people how to cook on a variety of levels, and getting people excited about exploring the potential of food.  From the original iterations of How to Boil Water through the single-ingredient focus of Good Eats, people at nearly every level of cooking expertise could turn on FN and find something to watch.  When Scripps bought the network however, the slow and downward spiral began.  Now, someone like me with a lot of home experience cooking for a family (who also has restaurant experience) has at best one show to watch to learn something: the aforementioned Good Eats.  There’s no secret in the fact that Alton Brown replaced Emeril Lagasse as the face of the TFN, at least until Guy Fieri arrived.  Current shows on TFN are personality driven, where basic “cooking by numbers” recipe assembly has replaced the teaching of technique.

    Alton entertains and teaches at the same time, proving it’s possible to do both in one show.  Brown, were he available, would be the perfect replacement for Bob Tuschman (VP in charge of Production) and Susie Fogelson (VP of Marketing), the amazingly shallow and vapid executives charged with guiding the TFN into…  Oblivion?

    NFNS is the perfect representation of the downfall of the network because it has thrust the two people in charge of the network’s branding into the spotlight, and into their thought processes of what FN represents.

    And it’s not pretty.

    It’s been well over ten years since I first watched TFN, and it got to the point that most of the television I watched was TFN shows.  While that might sound sad, it shows just how many good shows TFN once had.  From Sara Moulton to Ming Tsai to the pre-Iron Chefs Michael Symon and Cat Cora, FN had several chefs and shows that were good at teaching new cuisines or skills.

    And then came NFNS.  At first, the idea was intriguing: get viewers to pitch their idea for a show to TFN, and then let the viewers ultimately decide on a winner.  NFNS was clearly borne out of the success TFN had with Rachel Ray, the first host on TFN without either formal culinary training or a restaurant.  While I personally find Ray’s personality annoying, her show was very much a boon to both TFN and its viewers.  Clearly, TFN hoped to have lightning strike twice.  The first season of NFNS had TFN vets teaching the finalists how to host a show, and the end result was Party Time with the Hearty Boys, which lasted three seasons.  NFNS Season 2 gave us the ubiquitous Guy Fieri.

    With Season 3, the last to allow viewers to pick a winner, we were gearing up to choose between Joshua Garcia (“JAG”), a young and exuberant Latino chef, and Rory Schepisi, who seemed to be another in the Giada/Rachel mold.  However, a snafu of fairly sizable proportions screwed that up.  JAG as it turned out was neither a culinary school graduate nor a veteran of the Afghani war – two aspects of his past that Tuschman and Fogelson found nearly irresistible.  So, with the FN execs burned for not doing adequate homework, we were left with a choice to vote for either the resistible force (Rory) or the movable object (eventual “winner” Amy Finley).  For lying to Tuschman and Fogelson and the network, JAG was sent packing, persona non grata.  Clearly, nothing would allow someone to come back to the network if they did anything like what JAG had done.

    I want to stop here and interject another “mild” snafu the execs made.  Currently, the popular TFN show Dinner: Impossible series is beginning its 7th season, and its 6th featuring host Robert Irvine.  The initial intro to the show featured a dramatic montage of visuals and music highlighting Irvine’s CV, including his experience in cooking for Prince Charles & Princess Diana or making their wedding cake.  Beginning with the tagline “what you are about to see is real,” the intro also referenced Irvine’s history of cooking for U.S. Presidents.

    After four seasons of Dinner: Impossible show and several appearances on other FN shows, Irvine was “fired” by the network when it was revealed that nearly everything on Irvine’s resume was fake.  Both his resume and much of his life’s story, told in a very successful cookbook, turned out to be fabricated, based on almost nothing valid.

    No problem!  TFN brought Irvine back after a six-month “hiatus” in which he was replaced on Dinner: Impossible temporarily by Iron Chef Michael Symon, which was supposed to teach him a lesson for fibbing to the network.

    The network kicked a kid with potential to the curb, but kept a “star” despite both perpetuating several lies on their resume.  If only JAG had made a boatload of cash for the network before the news broke as Irvine had done, he would have been the third NFNS.  Nope, we got Amy Finley, and a change in NFNS protocol.

    Viewer voting was out, and the “Selection Committee” now led by Iron Chef Bobby Flay took over the selection of the next “star.”

    Season 3 and the Irvine flap setting a confusing and erratic precedent that integrity means everything or nothing behind it, TFN continued on with NFNS with season 4.  The selection committee seemed to make their next choice based on clearing up a demographical issue of their own creation.  Young chef Aaron McCargo, Jr was chosen by the committee, increasing the number of black chefs on the network to four.  It seems a lucky thing that Lisa Garza was trying too hard and Adam Gertler was too inexperienced.  Without those two factors, McCargo would more than likely not have won, and thus not strengthened the FN pandering of minorities.

    Pandering?  I believe so.  TFN hasn’t had a regular chef of Asian descent since Ming Tsai left for PBS.  They don’t have any fully Latin chefs in prime time, having seemingly replaced Ingrid Hoffman with Daisy Martinez.  There are as many Brits (four) as black chefs (not counting the long-disposed of Warren Brown and the documentary-featured Jeff Henderson).  TFN is a very white place, despite McCargo “winning” his own show.

    If anything, the one thing helping FN out in this regard was that the entire group of finalists for recent seasons of NFNS was so pathetic that it is completely plausible that McCargo was chosen for his chops and not what he could bring to the demographic mix.

    However, if McCargo were really a star in TFN’s eyes, wouldn’t he have debuted in prime time and not the death-zone of programming: Sunday mornings?  Not at all ironically, his show was slotted right after Down Home with the Neelys, which is more soft-core porn than cooking, featuring one-half of TFN’s black chefs.

    This latest season of NFNS (its 5th) has exposed so many more areas of the network’s carelessness and condescension towards viewers that I can only imagine how ridiculous the network will get over time (and yes, I am aware that TFN has given figure skater Brian Boitano a show called What Would Brian Boitano Make, after the brilliant South Park song).  Another prime example of how little regard TFN has for its viewers is its website, which automatically launches memory and bandwidth hogging video without asking site users if they want to watch video in the first place.  (Note: This is why I have not included any links to FN pages in this article.)

    NFNS Season 5 contestants were routinely eliminated for being bad on camera, and not for their expertise in cooking.  One contestant in particular, Katie Cavuto, twice served raw or undercooked meat (poultry, in one spectacular miss-step) but was not eliminated because she simply looked better on camera than the other potential contestants.  How in the world could the network’s three most important talking heads stress culinary expertise as being so important to being a chef on TFN that they then let some nitwit serving raw chicken get through just because of the most vapid of reasons – appearance?

    Hell, after that I was surprised the short, heavy-set, Korean chick lasted as long as she did!  (And not because she was caught lying several times to judges and fellow contestants.  Remember, TFN no longer considers integrity when making money is possible.)  I can only assume that the four white kids eliminated in weeks one thru four were to thin the herd enough to make it look like TFN was being fair.

    This year’s winner was barely a surprise, but if you look at the “pilots” the winner was clear: stay at home mom Melissa D’Arabian was a little better on camera than professional chef Jeffrey Saad.  What was not a surprise was who was eliminated prior to the finalists being announced.  The young black woman, the gay guy, and the Korean never had a real shot.  Honestly, considering the failure of the Finley win, I am surprised that TFN went with the mom than the pro, especially with their “culinary points of view.”

    Saad would have hosted a show around introducing viewers to a new ingredient from a far off place.  D’Arabian’s show is cooking tips for working Moms.  “Old hat but better on camera” beat out good show idea but less “warm” on camera.  While I am happy that a non-professional beat out the pros, it bothers me that she is now saddled with a boring show premise.  Judge Susie Fogelson said that she learned a lot from D’Arabian’s pilot – a quick chicken and sauce dish – which leads me to believe that Fogelson has never watched any shows on her own network.  The chicken dish was a basic skillet chicken dish with sauce that I learned to make when I was about 12 years old.  Her muffin tin gratin was a nice trick, but it was left completely unexplored, the focus being the chicken.

    During the pilot presentations, camera cuts showed the viewers the most condescending, fake, and uninspiring reaction shots from the selection committee.  Comments from Tuschman and Fogelson left me with the impression that two of the key TFN executives wouldn’t know olive oil from Playdoh.  They also cannot seem to find a way to not come across as blindingly fake, and totally without integrity.

    Everything about the choices made during season 5 screamed stay safe!  I might have actually learned something from Saad.  I have a better chance of learning parenting tips from D’Arabian than cooking techniques, and that’s a shame.  D’Arabian is likeable, and I’m sure somebody out there will watch her…  For now.  I have a feeling though that her show will never get out of the Sunday morning relegation zone, and that she’ll soon be gone from the network, replaced by NFNS season 6′s “winner.”

    Saad, however, may soon be the next star on the Travel Channel or Discovery Health, joining former NFNS contestant Nathan Lyon, who wasn’t as exuberant as Guy Fieri, but ended up a star – on another network – with a show focused more on teaching than entertainment.

    TFN is proving that it no longer cares about teaching cooking skills, or even teaching techniques.  In fact, they clearly no longer care about the viewers.  Why then would they be stealing so many show ideas from the Discovery Channel instead of working on original ideas?  There’s no way you can convince me that Adam Gertler’s Will Work for Food isn’t just a knock-off of Discovery’s Dirty Jobs, or that Jeff Corwin was signed to be the FN version of Andrew Zimmern.  TFN is also heavily advertising a new show, Chefs vs City, which is a very thinly masked rip off of CBS’ The Great Race and Travel’s Man v Food.  In fact, one of the first challenges presented to the contestants in Chefs vs City was a Phaal Curry challenge taken on by Man v Food host Adam Richman last year.

    For some reason, former TFN icon Mario Batali is still a part of the introductions to Iron Chef America even though Batali has not done any work for the network in over a year.  In fact, Batali’s standing with TFN was made clear when they rejected what is a perfect show for the network.  Spain On the Road Again was mostly a food-centric travelogue and barely a cooking show at all.  TFN’s rejection of it, and Batali in general, means that Batali is now the latest PBS star, and he joins Ming Tsai and Sara Moulton as TFN ex-pats doing better shows on PBS.

    Alton Brown is now the only teacher left in the school, and how long will it be before he decides not to re-up his contract?  It’s common knowledge that one stipulation of a FN / Personality contract is that the network maintains copyright over everything the personality does, including book deals.

    From treating minorities like programming filler to eschewing actual kitchen skill in favor of surface appearance, and from all but stealing show ideas, the Food Network is proving that if you want serious, thoughtful and instructional cooking shows, you had better hope that PBS doesn’t go anywhere.

    The chicken is now in your pot, Food Network…  Prove me wrong.

    I thought this was a joke at first.  But I really should have known better.  After all, well-off white people in a position of power tend to say some really stupid stuff sometimes.  Well – most of the time, really.

    Missouri representative Cynthia Davis, on a June 4, 2009, post on her website did in fact imply that food need not be given to certain young people because “hunger can be a positive motivator.”

    It should come as no surprise that Davis is also the founder of Back to Basics, a Christian bookstore.

    Yep.

    She’s one of those “Christian Republicans.”

    Now, I have to say that I am friends with a few people that consider themselves Christian, and I have to say that there is a huge difference between the way my friends live their life and the way politicians who claim to be Christian “live” theirs.  This food issue is a prime example.

    Almost.

    Davis and others like her almost always cite the Bible as the reasoning behind everything they do or believe.  For example, they always seem to trot out that old classic “an eye for an eye” (often mis-quoted from Exodus 21) when addressing crime and punishment.  These are the same people, by the way, who beat themselves on the chest to show how virtuous they are in their “pro life” beliefs on abortion.  Apparently “pro-life” only extends to the point at which the cord is cut, when you consider how many “pro-life” people are also pro-death penalty.

    I digress.

    My point is that these people in political power that constantly quote the Bible seem to forget the existence of the New Testament.  You know – that part of the book with the red writing signifying both the words of Christ and the blood he spilt so we wouldn’t forget his messages?

    Ah, that pesky New Testament… always getting in the way of Christians.

    My friends know quite well the lessons from both Testaments…  I can only assume that it is so hard to keep track of which lobbyists gave you money for which illegal project, leading to these politicians only able to remember the Old Testament.

    After all, if Davis knew the New Testament too, she would remember a few passages from Matthew 25 where Jesus said “For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in.”

    Now, call me crazy, but doesn’t that passage alone give us all the right to help feed and clothe and house those fellow humans in need when we are able?

    Children are supposed to be our primary resource in the world.  They are our future.  (Pardon the quote from the Masser / Creed song.)  It is our job as parents to make sure that our children are not denied any opportunity or right.  Including food.  If any child in the community cannot eat, for whatever reason, it is our job as caregivers to help.  If it is easier to help via school lunch and summer food programs, so be it.  To deny anyone in need under these programs on the very Reagan-like notion that hunger is a motivator is exactly the kind of cruelty and hypocrisy that has led us to being one of the most hated countries in the world.

    While I’m on the topic of Reagan, let me quickly address his role in all of this.

    When Reagan came to power on the heels of Carter’s failure in Iran – and I am one to believe that had Carter succeeded in winning the freedom of the hostages prior to the election, Reagan would have never been president. Reagan brought with him a philosophy that is borne from religious ideologues: the City Upon the Hill.  This is where that whole “pull yourself up by your own bootstrap” mentality comes from, and it is amazingly convenient an excuse for not helping out your fellow human.

    You see, if you believe that people should help themselves, then you are off the hook to actually live the words of Christ, and allowed to sit there smug in your own stupidity and cruelty.  After all, if you believe that people should help themselves and something does not work for them, it’s not your fault.  Therefore, you are not required to do anything in the first place.

    Until society gets desperate and performs some act of desperation on you, at which point you have the criminal justice system to lose those undesirables in.  Besides, since they are in prison, clearly they didn’t listen to you about their bootstraps.

    Funny thing…  How can someone pull themselves up by their bootstraps if they don’t even have the boots to begin with?

    You see, sometimes, even those people not on the hill need a push. And it would be very un-Christian of you to deny them that push.

    Just a few lines later in Matthew, Jesus also says “Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels.  For I was an hungred, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink.”

    Sounds like a bad move not to help, hunh?

    (Postscript: Sarah Palin resigned, which is also a very un-Reagan like thing to do.  Riding the coattails of her unlikely bid for Veep she…  Quits?  Either something is wrong at home (did Todd have relations with a snow-machine?) or this is the worst political strategy ever.)

    Can someone explain to me in serious terms why we (a) have and (b) televise the annual 4th of July Hot Dog Eating Contest?

    And, for that matter, why in the hell did I watch it?

    ESPN treated this exercise in gastrointestinal cruelty as if it were the Super Bowl (sorry: “Soup-er Bowl?”) or the “Thrilla in Manilla,” when it was more like “Too Much Baloney on Coney.”  I couldn’t help wonder if this show really could be classified as porn in Ethiopia or Utah.  I did come up with some general observations / questions about this “event” however:

    • The sponsor was Heinz.  Now, everyone knows that mustard is the primary (and some would argue only) condiment for a hot dog, so why then would Nathan’s or ESPN allow Heinz to sponsor the show, and not Grey Poupon?
    • Former champion and perennial favorite Takeru Kobayashi travels everywhere…  with a trainer!
    • Speaking of Kobayashi, announcer Paul Page (who normally calls open-wheel racing for ABC and ESPN) needed to go away for his constant mangling of Kobayashi’s name.  It’s “tah-keh-roo,” not “tay-kee-row!”
    • With some 25 “competitors,” it took about two minutes for the intros to get all fouled up with the timing.  I didn’t realize that Juliette Lee was an appropriate name for a 6 foot 6 guy resembling Sasquatch.
    • I gotta say that there is really something wrong with a society that actually has an “International Federation of Competitive Eaters.”  Just don’t say their acronym fast.
    • The “winner,” Joey Chestnut, was being celebrated at the end, and the co-announcer Rich Shea actually said: “I don’t moisturize and I don’t watch Gossip Girl, but I’m very emotional right now.”  I really wanted to slam him in the head with a baseball bat for that comment.
    • The best part of the whole disgusting stupidity was this still shown on ESPN while the camera stayed with contestant Tim “Eater X” Janus, which speaks for itself.  (Forgive the poor photo quality – the kicker line should still be quite visible.)

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    It’s been a busy couple of weeks, as we gear up for Squirmese’s 4th birthday and the obligatory bash therein.  Let’s begin the cranium clearing, shall we?

    • Did we really need to have that much coverage given to the death of Michael Jackson?  While I agree he was influential to the worlds of Dance and Music…  It all seemed wildly excessive to me.
    • A friend of mine, John Milewski, is now blogging regularly over at the Huffington Post.  He mostly blogs about politics and world affairs, but if our in-person discussions are any indication, he’s got a good hockey rant coming soon…
    • I really cannot believe how idiotic Bernie Ecclestone and Max Mosely are.  First, they are allowing Formula One racing to fall apart thanks to their egos.  Secondly, Ecclestone actually said to a reporter how much he believed that dictatorships are a good thing, and that Hitler “got things done.”  He also suggested that Mosely, whose dicatatorship over F1 is what’s causing the potential breakup, would be a good Prime Minister for England.  Really?   The same nitwit whose father was the head of the British Union of Fascists and a supporter of Hitler and Mussolini?
    • RIP, Mollie Sugden.
    • For that matter, RIP, Steve McNair.  Whatever exactly happened (and I doubt we’ll ever really know) the biggest tragedy is that his family (particularly his wife and four children) have to pick up the pieces in a national spotlight.
    • I just have to say that Gretchen Carlson from Fox & Friends is a real nitwit.  Of course, that means nothing has changed for her since her WRIC days in Richmond.  (Just ask her about Kevin McGraw…)
    • Finally (at least for these mini-notes), did y’all see the story about the Chinese man who held up traffic at a bridge in Guangzhou?  He was threatening to commit suicide by jumping off the bridge, and after several hours, a concerned citizen decided to help the man…  By pushing him off the bridge!  This kind of compassion is clearly why people from North Korea are fleeing into China!
    • More in the next two posts…

    It’s been a while since I have been able to upload a photo of the wee one.  So, since the last one was done near her third birthday, why not post another in anticipation of the fourth birthday?

    So, without further ado…

    I’m sure there will be more after the party – provided I can get the machines to cooperate…

    While I realize that this blog isn’t exactly setting any records for readership, I have tried to accomodate anyone who does read my little corner of the ‘net, whether or not I know them, making the blog as open as possible for comments and discussion.

    Not so much anymore.

    The last real comment I got about a post was in November, and since then I have been bombarded with spam, and it takes up enough time that I have decided to make one final change to the comments rules for this site.

    If you want to comment, you have to set up a WordPress login for yourself, plain and simple.  Sorry to go draconian, but it has become a necessary step to keep me from wasting as much as 20 minutes a day cleaning out spam.