Thursday, February 26, 2009


Oh, Carla, Carla, Carla. You broke my heart. And your own, I suspect. Why did you have that crisis of confidence and listen to Casey? I screamed at the tv when she suggested sous vide and you accepted. No, no, no. You do best when you do what you know.

The announcement of the winner felt flat after that. My indifference/distaste for Hosea, however, turned to more of an active dislike in the last 10 minutes of the show when he rubbed salt in Carla's wounds. "I cooked what I know," or something like that. Insensitive clod.

And I liked Stefan in that same stew room scene, comforting an upset Carla. Maybe he was edited to make us hate him.

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