Yeah - George Hirsch. I have yet to see anything he has BBQ’d that I would feed my dog, let alone eat myself.
Everytime I see him he looks a little chubbier. I am thinking that he is the only person on staff that will eat the stuff so he cleans up when he goes off the air.
That would be great if Jeff Smith came back on the air and brought Craig back with him. Ummmm, I wonder if the two of them. . . you know, afterall, Craig does have that boyish charm.
I hate this show, but does anyone know what happened to Nancy on “Sewing With Nancy”? It almost looks like she has had a stroke or nerve damage in one side of her face.
I’m starting to sound like a How-To Show junky (I am) but I have so many questions. . . .
There is another carpentry show that I have been wracking my brain trying to think of the name. I am having one of those brain farts and can’t get the name “Tool-Time” out of my head. Obviously not the correct name. I think it is called Home-something. It features a man and a women (she really impresses me). Anyway, are they married?
Are you perhaps thinking about Hometime with Dean Johnson and Robin Hartl? No, they’re not married. In fact, the Hometime homepage (I hope I’ve done it right!) FAQ has the question "What’s up with Dean and all his “wives?”
And Robin is not the best “wife.” JoAnne was.
Emeril ROCKS!!! My favorite was when he made Turducken, which is a turkey, stuffed with a duck, stuffed with a chicken. Wow.
And Bob Ross, gotta miss him. “OK, a happy little tree lives here” slap, slap “and a happy little stream goes through here” scrape scrape “and here’s where Mr. Mountain lives…” poke poke. 30 seconds later there’s a painting suitable for hanging in any Holiday Inn I’ve ever been in.
On the fix-it side, Men In Tool Belts (a.k.a. “The Furniture Guys”) is the second funniest show on TV (just behind the Simpsons). Check it out on Discovery (I think).
One I can’t stand – Room by Room on HGTV. Yeesh, that simpering husband. Look, Nancy-boy, you’ve got a home improvement show, how about exhibiting a little testosterone?
And yes, JoAnne was cooler than Robin.
“Owls will deafen us with their incessant hooting!” W. Smithers
Emeril. . .man I hate that guy. Or I hate his audience, anyway. Everytime he touches anything, they hoot and holler like frigging WWF fans. The other night, they went berserk when he put vanilla ice cream on a pie. It’s pie a la mode, people, settle down, OK?
his audience might be a bunch of freaks, but Emeril makes some fantasic food. And he is one of the few cooking people who present recipies that actually work easily.
To deal with men by force is as impractical as to deal with nature by persuasion.
What I want is one of the ovens they have on cooking shows. The host puts a whole turkey in, then walks away and talks to the camera for half a minute. When he then goes back and opens the oven, the turkey is fully cooked!
I wonder why they don’t use those in restaurants?
I’m not a warlock. I’m a witch with a Y chromosome.
Oh, lighten up Francis (Phil). It’s supposed to be fun, for God’s sake! OK, OK, so it’s just good ol’ pie a la mode. To me, the attraction of Emeril is the food for food’s sake. No guilt. No fat grams, no cholesterol, no sodium, no nothin’. It’s downright decadent, and Emeril plays it that way. He’s the Mick Jagger of the kitchen set, if you will. What’s the matter with a little hootin’ and hollerin’ to show genuine appreciation? It makes the show entertaining. Take the showmanship outta Emeril and you’re left with Nathalie Dupree (or ==shudder== Martha Stewart).
Welcome back Phil. Hope the leg is healing nicely.
I don’t know why it bugs me, it just does. I don’t need a hootin’ and hollerin’ audience to appreciate a good recipe. Heck, the audience on “Ready, Set, Cook!” is more sedate! (A show I enjoy, BTW.)
The leg is doing OK, BTW. I’m back at work, finally, and the doctor has told me to put a little weight on it. I go back in two weeks, when I suspect the cast will come off since the fracture will be healed, then I schedule the followup surgery to take the large screw out for the first week of October.
Hometime! Yeah, that’s the ticket! I love that show!
Speaking of annoying audiences, every time I accidentally see a few seconds of any Ronco infomercial I have this incredible urge to crawl through the TV screen and choke the living shit out of Mr. Dipshit, his ugly daughter, obnoxious blonde woman, and every single member of the studio audience.
I will admit to buying the dehydrator. :::shrug:::
Greatest cooking show IMO is/was “Two Fat Ladies”, with these two upper-middle-class British women (one Scots, one English), who cook full-bore cholesterol bombs: everything is with full cream, whole milk, no compromises with “lite” cooking. They roar around the UK in a motorcycle with sidecar, and in at least one show they change places while going down the road! Very funny, and decadent food at its best. Sadly, one just died a few weeks ago (not Clarissa Dixon-Wright, the other one).
There were two other British shows which were great, one was “The Victorian Garden”, which had an ancient gardener passing on his 80-plus years of veg and fruit growing knowledge, shot at the country mansion where he worked for most of his life. A ‘spinoff’ of this show was “The Victorian Kitchen”, where a woman who worked in the same country house as a young woman in the 1920s and 30s came back and did all these impossibly labour-intensive Victorian dishes, using only the technology and implements of the time. They had restored the kitchen to its circa 1920 glory (pre-electricity, pre-gas, etc), and given her a 16 year old assistant, who the old woman would browbeat all the time. It was as much a show about social history as cooking. I mean, making chicken stock took about two days!
I went to culinary school and the first thing I noticed, was that all the faculty were complete assholes, but for the 1st semester I only had French teachers, so I thought about the French-rude stereotype and that explained it for a while, but for my second semester I had two American teachers and they were complete assholes.
Then I did my intership at a NY restaurant and the executive chef and the head prep (sous) chef were complete assholes, and I started talked to the other students/sous chefs and they told me that virtually 2/3rds of professional chefs are anal-retentive, controlling, manipulative, bastards…it’s like the whole culinary culture, to get respect you have to treat your staff like shit and be a complete asshole.
Soon after I terminated the program, got my associates degree and got an office job. My friends that I keep in contact in the industry with have asshole stories about all the big chefs (Charlie Trotter, Jonathon Tower, Wolfgang Puck,…). The only saving grace that I have heard is that most of the up and coming women chefs are completely opposite. Very nice, encouraging and professional.
The power of accurate observation is frequently called cynicism by those who don’t have it.
George Bernard Shaw
Wow, i’m surprised this thread is still going. Anyway,one of the cooking shows where the chefs dont make me want to cut them with their knives is “Dessert Parade” with Jaques Torres. That man can make desserts into a wondrous sculptures. One day he made a clown out of mousse and some chocolate. He also demonstrated “croquembouche”, absolutely amazing stuff he does. He’s also funny :).
