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It’s the end of the chili competition where everyone’s been up for 30 hours straight, and Padma comes over to tell them they’re all going to slaughter their own pigs and smoke them in trashcans. No, she just tells them to go home, get a good night’s sleep, because tomorrow they’re road tripping up to Dallas, a short, 7 hour drive. Yay? (Definitely yay, Dallas is awesome.)  Continue reading →

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Less stock footage of cowboys on steers punching cows with their hammy fists means they’re going to tone down the whole “git along, little doggie” stuff. Oh, except for the rattlesnakes. Yee-haw!

Look, I love Texas. I’m Texan. I’m so Texan I piss excellence, and it has the piquant odor of chipotle. But they keep doing these stereotypes, and I’m going to tease them every single time. I will say, though, that the quick cut to a sign at a roadside stand announcing “2 bean & cheese tacos of 99¢” made my mouth water because YOU KNOW THOSE WOULD BE THE BEST DAMN BEAN AND CHEESE TACOS EVER. Even the tamales at the gas station in that part of town are muy delicioso, gente, I’m serious. Continue reading →

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I imagine there are a lot of back problems in the professional cooking world. Also, I bet this is why we end up with hair in our food.

Last week we met way too many people, fortunately sent five packing, leaving up with 10 assured with a place in the competition, and four left “in the bubble” to cook again. But there is another group of 10 chefs waiting for their Blue Coat and a little validation that they were smart to dropout of law school to play with their food.  Continue reading →

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