Okay, I have a crush on Hubert and I wanted him to win but I do like Rick, he seems like a really nice guy so I am glad that if it couldn’t be Hubert that Rick won instead. I’ve been watching both their cooking shows on Public television recently and really like them both. But I find myself giggling like a school girl when Hubert says something that’s a little lost in translation. I don’t usually go for French accents but Hubert’s gets to me. Rick seems to be the Julia Child of Mexican cuisine and I have to admire how he immersed himself into the culture to learn how to cook the food, 20 years to get the mole sauce down pat!
I’m glad I’m not the only one who found Chiarello to be a bit douchey. I think it was because he kept going on and on about the competition and how he was going to kick the other guy’s asses but the other guys just talked about the food and showed respect for their other competitors, you could tell their love of the food from the way they talked. Chiarello talked about the food and what it meant to him but I think what it really boiled down to was Chiarello was all about Chiarello.
When they were telling their food stories I got a bit sad that I don’t really have a good food memory like they do. Let’s see, my mom’s Cambell’s soup chicken? Uh, no. My grandparents cookies and popsicles? Well, maybe the cookies … okay peanut butter cookies! I do remember helping to make them and getting to make the little crosshatches with a fork. But how would I make that into a meal? sigh I’m just not interesting enough to be a chef, let alone a Top Chef.