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.
But on to the chefs! They show up in the kitchen and there’s a huge aquarium with an albino rattlesnake hissing and spitting. And there are vented wooden boxes in front of each of them. Uh-oh. They meet Johnny Hernandez, local chef known for wild game (which is prevalent here, a lot of upscale restaurants specialize in this), and find out that the Quickfire Challenge will be to cook rattlesnake.
So open you box and get started! Uh…oh, okay, it’s just the long strip of meat in the box, they don’t have to actually kill a rattlesnake. (I can’t believe they thought they would. They can kill you, rattlesnakes. Side story, when I was leading a group of campers back in my apocalypse training camp back in the day – it’s a thing, we’ll talk about that later – we came across a Coppermouth, almost as dangerous as a rattler. I whipped out my trench shovel and cut its head off. YEAH. I’m kind of bad ass. And we cooked it. They are a bitch to clean and skin.)
And the chefs get them cleaned and skinned, saving them a lot of time. (But now they don’t get to take in the snake spirit, thanking the Good Mother for their fortune, and then having the ability to speak Parsletongue.) The winner of this challenge will win $5,000 and immunity for the eleimination round, so that’s pretty sweet.
Padma throws out the expected, “I better see some mother truckin’ snakes on those mother truckin’ plates,” and they all laugh because they’re nervous, not because it was funny. I get it. They all scramble, trying to figure out what the hell to do with this three foot long tube of meat, some are more deft than other. Chuy (I have to use real names now) grew up on a farm, so he’s not bothered at all. Paul, one of the Austin chefs, says how he needs to represent the local chefs. This is never good when they single someone out, guys.
It’s TIME, and here’s the breakdown on the people they cared about:
- Sarah (One of the Chicago Bad Ass Women) – flash fried with shallot and browned butter
- Beverly (Korean-Mom) – Nigri with Thai Basil Aoli (get in my mouth)
- Sergeant Handsome (I can’t remember his name, he blinds me with his attractiveness) – Niciose with oil oil and panko
- Chicago Crazy Hair (eh) – breaded with cumin and bacon
- Paul – Asian-street food inspired with slaw (it looks delicious)
- Dakota – beer tempura
- Keith (Chef Chef) – sweet corn griddle cake and beer battered with a tequila ancho fondue (Honey, down here we call that queso. Also, you had me at tequila.)
- Nyesha – braised with tequila (Again, see: I love you) with citrus and jalapeño
- Chuy – adobo seasoned with pasilia balsamic BBQ and I want to soul kiss this man. And then eat this.
- Richie (Other Chicago dude) – grilled jerk-seasoned with roasted corn. (Eh.)
Paul (oooooh, that’s gotta hurt, Local Boy) because they couldn’t taste the meat
Rich – could only taste the citrus
Nyesha – it was one dimensional and overcooked.
Beverly – it was gorgeous on the plate and was utterly delicious
Dakota – by far the favorite (hey, I wonder if that means she won?)
Sarah – her’s was perfectly cooked, flaky, tender and flavorful
Dakota won five large and immunity. So she can slack off tonight, right, gang?
The chefs draw knives, pink or green. They will be preparing a meal for an important event. An adorable young lady steps out, Blanca Flores (White FLower, aw!) and they will be cooking for her Quinciñera! (Think Mexican Bat Mitzvah.) Each team will have 30 minutes to talk with her and organize, then it’s time to shop.
The Green Team has Chuy, who happens to be Mexican, so they’ve got a leg up. They find out how spicy she likes it (mild – not all Mexican food is dripping in fire) and she mentions that her favorite meat is cabrito (goat) and sí! Ay, me gusta cabrito. Chuy is also pleased, as his abuelo taught him how to slaughter goat when he was little and has been cooking it for years. (America is the only country that doesn’t eat goat commonly. You know, it’s the most commonly eaten meat in the world. Because it’s delicious.)
The Pink Team is going to be run by Chef Southern Forehead (Lindsey) as she lived in Mexico for three years as a sous chef. Her thick Georgian/Florida panhandle accent cracks me up. They decide on a bunch of things, and Chef Chef says they should do enchiladas, because they’re easy. NO. No they are not. They are easy when they are crappy. Ugh.
Both teams head out to shop, half at Whole Foods (which is expensive) and the local Mexican Grocery Store (which is not.) And then Chef Chef decides to save money by purchasing a bunch of pre-cooked shrimp. May I remind you that he owns a SEAFOOD RESTAURANT on the coast. And he bought pre-cooked shrimp. In a cooking competition.
Dakota makes it easy on herself by buying a cake mix, because she can follow the recipe on the box, right? Are you…what?! Guys, let’s just get ready. ALSO. The Pink Team bought pre-made flour tortillas. They might as well as Blanca Flores’ abuela to get on her knees so they all can spit in her face. Pre-made tortillas? Like, manufactured tortillas? Shame on you.
They have three hours of prep time, and I hear that people are making mole and carne asada, and those things take hours. Like, a full 24 in the case of mole. Proper mole, I should add. Here’s the menu breakdown for each team:
- Shrimp Yuzu
- Ceviche (hm, I always feel like they make this because they think it’s easy. It’s not.)
- Pork chicharrón
- Chicken mole (say moe-lay)
- Tomatillo gazpacho (which sounds like it could be amazing, or really really sour and awful)
- Green chile empanadas
- Beef short ribs with kimchi (oh my god, what?)
- Braised Cabrito Birria (I love you, Chuy)
- and a Tres Leches cake
- Pork tenderloin huarache
- Choclo con chile
- Carne asada (which takes hours, by the way)
- Green Chile pozole
- Enchiladas with Salsa Verde (I have no faith in this dish, guys)
- Cochinitia Pabil
- And a cake. From a mix.
They have two and a half hours to cook before serving, and we’re off to the Quinciñera. There’s a Mariachi band, the place looks lovely, and Padma has a gorgeous dress on with a peony in her hair. Padma? Save a little pretty for the rest of us, would you?
Blanca Flores is introduced to society, she looks beautiful in her full dress, and her family is adorable. Everyone gets the appetizers to judge (including Blanca) and she is not a fan of Ty-lor’s avocado fritter, as you cannot taste the avocado. There’s a close up on a little girl spitting one into her mother’s napkin, ha ha! Rich’s chiccharon had a soggy middle, but one older lady said it tasted muy auténticos y delicioso. Muy bien!
Chef Chef’s pork wasn’t cut into small enough chunks, so when people bite into his huarache, huge pieces trail out. I hate that, too. Allow me to eat like a lady, chefs!
The judges find out about the Pink Team’s tortillas (and they’re so easy to make and taste a million times better, come on, chefs) and they are not pleased. Also, he used flour tortillas on his enchiladas, which is a no-no. CORN. Maíz. Corn tortillas, por favor. So he made soggy and massive burritos for the native folk. (Note: burritos are not Mexican. They are American. They are delicious at times, but ellos no son auténticos.)
At the Green Team’s side, that empanada from floppy hair-Chicago chef looks awesome. He calls it “Mexican cheese” inside, and the Mexicans eye him and say, “Oaxaca?” Do you tell Italians you’re making Italian sausage? Moron. But it looks delicious.
Chuy knocks it out of the park with his cabrito, as we all expected. Beverly says her kimchi short rib was soaked in tequila, making it Mexican-Korean fusion. Um. That’s actually a thing, I know, but just using tequila doesn’t make it Mexican, in my book. Whatever. And is it any surprise that the chicken mole was inedible? Also, she put a ton of cinnamon in there (Pinch. A pinch!) and left out important ingredients (there are, typically about twenty plus ingredients in mole, and everyone makes it differently) and everyone makes a face.
The cakes are brought out and the Green Team’s tres leches is leaning dangerously, as it was really hot in the kitchen, and that is a dense cake. The Cake Mix monstrosity looks like they picked it up at the local Albertson’s.
Blanca thought there was way too much frosting on the cake mix cake, also, it was super sweet in a really bad way. But the tres leches cake was delicious, even if it looked like an Easter basket gone rogue. The guests all loved the tres leches cake, as well.
Blanca has her dance with Papi, and it’s so sweet and lovely, and it makes Beverly tear up because her father doesn’t think much of her because she’s a girl and he’s a traditional Korean man, and oh, Beverly. Poor thing.
Tom tells the teams that one team stood out for going the extra mile, and it’s the Green Team (no surprise there.) The Pink Team will be hitting judges table and losing someone. Chef Chef is nervous, assuming he’s going to be thrown under the bus. Sure the shrimp will come out, but the tortillas were also an egregious error.
Ty-lor, Sarah, Lindsey, and Keith (Chef Chef) are called in and asked to explain their horrible food that was good, just not amazing. Tom also says that if Dakota didn’t have immunity, she’d be in there for that cake.
Hugh tells Chef Chef that was dumb to buy pre-cooked anything, also, Hugh is kinda bitchy, huh? I’m waiting for a finger snap and head roll. The fritter was dry and gross, the tortillas were a disaster, and the enchiladas… Where to begin. Did he just not know about corn tortillas?
Nope, he didn’t. But Sarah grew up in Texas. And she didn’t tell him. And this was a team challenge. Ooh, it’s not looking good for her, better figure this out now, backstabbing on this show will bite you in the ass.
They’re sent away and Padma thinks they all need to be sent away. Tom laughs, well, they’re all talented, they just acted like babies during this challenge. Also, Those “enchiladas” were huge and had melted cheese on the top, nothing elegant about them. There wasn’t proper use of aromatics in the foods, and again, Chef Chef didn’t know how to make a dish, didn’t ask, and bought pre-cooked skrimps. Oh, hale no.
Padma: KEITH. (Chef Chef) Pack your knives and go.
Hugs all around in the stew room because he was a really nice guy. But. Come on.
Next week: Chili cook off! Of course. (And guys? Chili takes forever. If it’s going to be good. Can’t wait!)
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