Chef Troy signs ryoushi’s book with a flourish and adds the inscription, “To Ryoushi. Remember, there’s nothing that can go wrong in the kitchen that you can’t fix with more butter. And if something DOES go wrong, never admit you made a mistake - just change the name of the recipe.”
First Course: Sausage, Eggs & Toast
The word “whimsical” used by Javamaven applies perfectly here: she’s taken a classic American dish and made it into something far greater than it’s humble origin.
Second Course: Lapin Sauté à la Toucassine
The basil is the magic ingredient in this dish. I admit to being dubious that the gentle taste of saffron could mesh happily with the bold taste of rabbit, but the addition of basil makes it all come together.
Third Course: Moroccan-Style Stuffed & Roasted Rabbit Loin, Served on Wild Rice Cake
Again, the obligatory “Big Hunk o’ meat dish”. But an unusual one. These tastes (prunes, cinnamon) are surprising to my palate with the meat, but it all pulls together. I’ve had a fried rice cake before and it’s a perfect addition to the dish. As odd as it may sound though, a light sauce might be a needed addition to this dish. Even thickened pan gravy might good. It seems like a very light sauce or gravy or au jus would be needed to tie everything together.
*Fourth Course: Fried Rabbit Salad *
Be honest: this dish was targeted at me, wasn’t it? I love…LOVE carmelized shallots and candied walnuts in salads. Panko crumbs would add the perfect texture-addition to the dish.
Fifth Course: Chocolate Spring Sampler
I appreciate the wide variety of chocolate dishes you made and I’m currently muching on the bird’s nest.
Javamaven, you have taught me new things about all three ingredients.
Chairman Scylla, you may expect my scores via e-mail either later tonight or tomorrow. This is not going to be a fun decision to make. (Gee Chairman S. Can I give 'em all a tie score? I remembering someone yammering about “no ties” early on, but let’s talk about the present and stop dwelling in the past!)
Fenris-Kanoh
Signs Ryoushi’s book with a flourish.
I have received the second set of scores. by email. Two more to go.
I’m getting antsy to know if I came in second or third. Do the judges have some sort of deadline?
Don’t under rate yourself Cheffie, you put in a magnificent effort this time around. I applaud your increased attention to detail and the inspiration you demonstrated in your ingredient combinations.
::tips toque in Chef Troy’s direction::
I must admit to being a bit antsy myself.
I’m feeling so lonely, so forgotten…
Have our judges forsaken us yet again?
We’ll if we need to pick up the slack, I could vote again. 
Unfortunately that is all I can offer. No doubt Chairman Scylla is sending out his ninja’s to prod them along.
I’d be happy to send out a thousand Scottish soldiers to each of the judges homes that havent voted yet!
Not the Queen’s own Kamikazie Highlanders!!
We are waiting on Sexywriter and Chiefscott.
They have not responded to my emails.
If I hear nothing by tomorrow, I’ll email them again. If nothing comes of that I’s shellack them in a pit thread. If that doesn’t work, I’ll have to think of something.
Well they are not ignoring us specifically anyway. Neither of them has been posting much. In Chief Scott’s case his connection is via his ship so he might be truly cut off for a bit. I don’t know what’s up with Sexywriter. We shall just have to wait and hope. Or just find new judges.
::silent but annoying cameraman Veb bolts back, panting, into Kitchen Stadium after having to clobber creepy The Lower House Member, who’s grabbier than hell but whose “member” couldn’t be found with an electron microscope, much less chopsticks.::
::She pans over the Iron Chefs’ tense, waiting faces, spending extra time on Chef Troy (whose face-time was interrupted previously by %^#@! computer time-outs). Chef Troy lounges insouciantly at ease, nibbling Chef JavaMaven’s shell-like toes. His nonchalant flair and mastery of his craft won many devoted fans in Kitchen Stadium! He redefined “le bon temps” for all watchers, leading Chef Sakai, Emeril and Justin Wilson to concede defeat and pursue careers in auto detailing.::
::Chef robgruver maintains his laconic Scottish/Texan demeanor; The Kitchen Stadium crew, long inured to sharpened cleavers, still blink with respect at the claymores. Chef Zenster, never a shrinking violet, nibbles on Chef JavaMaven’s shell-pink ear. She in turn, weary of being nibbled like one of her luscious pastries, views Chairman Scylla with a speculative eye. The vulture face and pink silk discourage her, however.::
::Veb–who IRL leaves the lens cap on her SLR–pants off again, quite sure she’s flubbing up AGAIN::
A little creative editing reveals Veb’s Freudian slip… or would, if she wore a slip with pants…
Did you shellack them? Be sure to post a link if you do…
Mr. Chairman, my zabaglione is going to go flat if those judges don’t leave whatever poker game they’re in and get to work!
Iron Chef Zenster is unable to restrain himself and commits another typically unforgivable breach of manners. He stands and vigorously applauds Chef Troy’s impetuosity with the sound of one hand clapping.
That was supposed to be:
Iron Chef Cajun, Not Chef Troy!
Got too effing clever for myself. What Zen!
Hmmm. A reasonable amount of time has gone by without response. I did receive a response from Sexywriter about 5 days ago, after my first email, but nothing since then.
Clearly we will have to calculate a contingency.
As I see it we could attempt to recruit two new judges, or go with the 2 scores that we have.
What do the Iron Chefs suggest?
Either of those possibilities is fine with me.
Forgive my earlier outburst, scylla-san.
You are forgiven, noble one, for your anger and disapointment is righteous.