09 August, 2010

Molecular Gastronomy and Moustaches - A Unique Culinary Experience

Like most fanatics of the new and cutting edge, food ambassadors are constantly looking for the latest and relatively unknown in the culinary world. It surely makes for great dinner party conversation when you can talk about an unknown hole-in-the-wall in some unassuming and surprising part of town where you had "THE BEST blah-blah-blah" since your tour through Timbuktu in 2004. Well Saturday, I experienced one of the most unique culinary experiences ever, involving sodium hydropolyphosphate (or something), liquid nitrogen, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a few brilliant guys from Brooklyn, NY, one with a moustache and the other wearing an ascot. Thanks to A Razor A Shiny Knife and their intimate educational, wildly entertaining and certainly unforgettable culinary experience, this home chef's perspective has widened.

The experience began quite early on a Saturday afternoon. The venue location was kept secret until the day before, and I was pleasantly surprised to learn the venue was just a few blocks from my home. At 2:55pm, I hopped into my car and drove 5 blocks (hey, it's LA...). In the beautiful naturally lit lobby of the Variety building in the Miracle Mile was the setting for a seven hour interactive and educational trip into the chemistry of cooking and the indulgence of taste.

The first couple of hours consisted of a number of demonstrations on how the home cook and dinner party host can include modern molecular gastronomy and modern techniques into their own cooking. The idea of molecular gastronomy, macrobiotics or anything else that reminds me of my 8th grade science and chemistry classes just kinda scares me... I've heard stories of people burning finger tips off from using liquid nitrogen, or explosions in the kitchen with some of these substances. I'm sure most of them are exaggerations, but still... Hence, to watch Michael Cirino and his extremely eloquent and well versed perspectives and explanations behind these modern techniques put me at ease, and actually motivated me to find my nearest liquid nitrogen distributor and a thermal immersion circulator for my kitchen arsenal.



The demonstrations were also immediately practical - how to sharpen your knives properly, the differences between Japanese and Western knives, how to dice a proper brunoise and skin and fillet a large whole fish - things for which a home cook may never get hands-on instruction or formal training. Not only do the event chefs show you the how-to, but they invite you to practice right there and then, and also offer suggestions on how to practice at home on your own as well. The interactive element to this event brings it into a whole new ballgame, one that you'll never forget but hope to experience again.




In between each demonstration and at times throughout the evening, Jonny Cigar, one of our veritable hosts, would break into some theatrical relief, reading passages from The Great Gatsby or Richard III. The entertainment and witty-isms kept the momentum of the evening, right on through the six-course meal that followed which included dishes prepared during the demonstrations by the chefs with the help of some of the volunteer guests.

On the roof of the Variety building, we started with a delicious cocktail called a White Elephant, which included fresh mint, simple syrup and a smooth white rum. It couldn't have been served in a better setting.

After our rooftop cocktail break, we were shown back to the elegant lobby-slash-dining room for our meal. The first course was the preview of our evening's indulgence. On a delicate placesetting was a deep fried mashed potato croquette with creme fraiche and caviar. The croquette melted in the mouth, and the tanginess of the creme fraiche paired beautifully with the savory caviar. The first course was paired with a clean and crisp Kinero Cellars 2009 'Alice' Grenache Blanc, the flavors of which danced on the tongue. I searched for signs of leftovers, but alas, was saddened that I could not enjoy this second course again.




The second course included deliciously sweet and pickled peaches prepared by sous vide (a technique that compresses food with pressure and elevates flavors exponentially by cooking the item in a vacuum-sealed bag and immersing it in a temperature controlled bath). Along with the peaches were crudo seabass pieces, topped with chervil, small sprigs of a sweet herb similar to parsley. The true star of the dish was not the seabass, but rather the unbelievably potent peaches and their exploding flavors. It was this dish that had me thinking about how I could save up to purchase my own thermal immersion circulator to cook sous vide at home. Again, thanks to this event, I would now actually entertain the thought of using this technique. I just have to find the extra $1,000 lying around for this investment. But I digress...



With a nod to the French, our third course took on the traditional duck and foie gras plates, and turned them on their head. In the center of the plate was duck confit that had been deconstructed - shredded apart, and then bound together through a natural binding substance such as sodium hydropolyblahblah. The shredded duck confit was then rolled into a cylinder shape and left to rest and bind together. The resulting product then could easily be cut into slices, or disks, of duck confit. It was then topped with a lightly cooked duck egg yolk and fried duck skin, and served with a bed of baby greens. However, the binding technique used on the foie gras BLEW MY MIND: using the binding substance to cooked foie gras, it was then cooled and hardened into a consistency that could be shaved, a la 'foie gras snow' or shavings as the topping to this already over-the-top dish. And just for good measure and to maximize the over-the-top-ness, shaved summer truffles were added. Just in case all of those rich delectable and mouth-watering flavors from the duck and foie gras weren't enough. Here was the line, and they just crossed it. Crossing the line was never so good. This mouthful of jubilee was paired with a Kinero 2009 Rustler, a tangy white wine with grapefruit and melon flavors, which matched the earthiness and richness of the dish very well.





I know, I know! Look at that!!! It was so much more amazing to eat than to look at... We enjoyed a repeat visit of the Kinero 2009 'Alice' Grenache Blanc as a pairing.

A surprise 'three and a half' course item came out next. A play on the first course of the potato croquette, creme fraiche and caviar, this demi-course consisted of a confit fingerling potato, creme fraiche and flash frozen blackberries that were then crushed to mimic the caviar. Earlier in the afternoon, the blackberries had been the subject for the liquid nitrogen demonstration, and after being instantly frozen, their subsequent product was bursting with blackberry flavor and cleaned the palate brilliantly for the next fourth course.




In a further demonstration of the wonders of binding substances, our fourth course consisted of deconstructed short ribs that were shredded, and then bound together and cooked to appear as a cut of filet mignon. It was unbelievable, and unbelievably tender and flavorful. In similar fashion to the duck confit, the re-constructed short ribs were cut into round medallions and served with a red wine bone marrow gravy and paired with sweet carrots and sugar snap peas. Our faux mignon, as I called it, was paired with a Denner 2007 'The Dirt Worshipper', a bright and jammy red, similar to a Malbec, but with its own earthy and unique finish.




After all of the previous rich plates of reconstructed and reinterpreted food and flavors, our two dessert courses were the nail in the 'Unforgettable Experience' coffin. The fifth course consisted of a triple cream made from a rich brie, served with a pecan praline crunch, with fresh raspberries and blackberries. But again, not to be left to traditional techniques, our triple creme was served as a snow, having been thickened with a sodium hydroblahblahblah, and then chilled to a grating consistency. The result was like a sweet melting of parmesan-like cheese, but in the flavor of buttery brie. It was equally as beautiful to look at as it was to taste.



Finally, our sixth and final course of the evening was a flourless chocolate cake served with a strawberry mousse, and a mint crisp and crumble, the latter being vegan yet having a crisp buttery consistency (you'll see the light green mint crisp standing in the crumble in the photo below). The first demonstration of sodium hydrophosphablahblah was with a mint syrup - pureed fresh mint in a simple syrup, and then whipped with the binding substance in a mixer. The result was a thick cream like substance that was layered onto disks and placed into a dehydrator. The final product on my dessert plate was fascinating and delicious.

Now I need to invest in a dehydrator as well. I really hope you are all taking notes for Christmas and my next birthday... Both desserts were paired with a light Juve Y Camps Rose Cava, by the way. There could be no better way to end the experience.





The evening was truly unforgettable and left me with wanting more. I certainly hope that A Razor A Shiny Knife are able to return to Los Angeles soon, because by the next time they return with another culinary experience, I'll finally be able to say (AND SPELL) Sodium Hydropolyphosphblahblah.

27 July, 2010

Tonight's MasterChef Will Be Bittersweet...


Gordon Ramsay's latest TV spectacle debuts tonight on Fox. MasterChef will be a show featuring the best homecooks across the nation vying for a pretty great monetary prize and the chance to do something culinary, I'm guessing... maybe open a small restaurant, coffee shop, or just spend their winnings on new kitchen appliances and cookware and turn into another reality star-slash-homecook.

For me, however, tonight's show will be bittersweet. You see, back in January of this year, I auditioned for the show. It was quite the anti-climactic audition, and I walked away thinking that my audition experience would make for some good party conversation. What I didn't realize was that my audition in January wasn't my last audition for the show.

In the insanity that is a 9-5 job, I forgot to mention on this little blog that I was actually called back a few weeks after that initial cattle-call. On my way to a work lunch, I received a phone call on my cell phone, and I let the call ring to my voicemail since I didn't recognize the number. The caller left a message, saying, "Hi Rebecca, my name is ___, I work for Reveille, the production company for MasterChef. We wanted to see if you are free to come in for a second audition and interview, since we feel you would be great as someone with a strong Latin food background..."

I WAS FLOORED! If you read my previous blog about my first audition in January, then you would be shocked about this phone call too. Apparently, the production company must have read my application. There were sooo many questions on it, I didn't really think that anyone would actually read all of the answers. So at one point, I started answering the questions with some, uh, 'intersting' answers... In fact, if memory serves me correct, I answered the question, "Tell us one thing about you that we would never know by looking at you" with:

"Well, you would never know by looking at me that I am a Magna Cum Laude graduate, a member of the Phi Beta Kappa honors society, and..." another 'interesting' fact about myself that I will not share on this here forum.

That must have been why I got the callback - I'm sure of it... I called the production studio back and arranged for a follow-up audition the very next week.

Reveille's offices are conveniently located just minutes away from the offices of my job at the time, and so it was a breeze to go after work. The second audition was an on-camera interview, and I was ready. I had called my girlfriend who works in reality casting, and she gave me some great tips for the second audition. I drank two huge cups of coffee right before my interview, so you could say my energy levels were 'a bit higher' than usual. Okay, I was bouncing off the walls.

The interviewer asked me a number of questions about where I get my cooking inspiration, what my most embarrassing cooking experience is, and even a general embarrassing story about myself. Apparently I was under the effects of a caffeine induced delirium, because I spilled my guts with one of the most embarrassing stories of my life, which had the interviewer lying on the ground holding her stomach in pain from laughter, and ended with me making the interviewer swear that my video interview would never end up on YouTube or the net. Let's hope for her sake I don't have to hunt her down one day.

Unfortunately, after all my preparation and energy and enthusiasm, I did not make it past the second round. In fact, I thought I saw another Latina in the lobby of the Reveille offices as I was leaving, so perhaps she put on a better show than I did. But I do look forward to watching this show and seeing what "could have been" for me. Who knows if I had made it to the end anyway. But I'm pretty sure, knowing me, I would have probably added another few public embarrassing life moments to my repertoire.

I'm pretty sure the Universe was trying to save me some pain and anguish.

Advertising World = Extra 10 Mad Pounds By Default


So I thoroughly enjoy my 9-5. I work in advertising, overseeing digital efforts by my clients. It can be an extremely stressful job, but it can be equally rewarding and satisfying.

Take, for example, the lovely treats that renown Swedish pastry chef Roy Fares shared with us in our office. Lucky for me, my agency pres knows some incredibly talented and awesome people like Roy and his lovely partner Doug. At 10am one Friday morning, we were greeted with these, handmade chocolate and caramel macarons:



He spent hours the night before making these lovely bites of heaven from scratch. The cream filling was light yet decadent, and the cookie was absolutely buttery.

But that wasn't all: Roy also made a rich parfait with sweet strawberries and a chocolate crumble. I almost felt like I was indulging in a drink first thing in the morning, that's how guilty these delicious treats were.



All I have to say is it's no wonder I can't seem to shed these ten pounds I've been trying to shed for so long. Thank you, Roy, and please feel free to use us as guinea pigs anytime.

Well, if Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce can have their scotch before noon, I can have a macaron at 10am.

26 July, 2010

The Magical Ghetto Burger Tour Continues!!

Photo credit: DigLounge.net

Some of you may recall about a year or more ago, I wrote about an insanely delicious sloppy burger from Mom's Burger that the boy and I drove into Compton (yes, the "born 'n raised in Compton" Compton) to enjoy. I said that we would continue the Ghetto Burger tour, and we recently added a new burger joint to the repertoire.

Just east of Crenshaw along Slauson Avenue lay a seemingly innocent burger stand with a small parking lot in front. It doesn't look like much, but good lawd' - DO NOT BE FOOLED!

It is my pleasure to introduce you to Fred's Downhome Burgers. With very pleasant and friendly service, Fred's knows how to throw down the burgers and the fries.

We ordered two King Burgers, which are 1/4 lb burgers with American cheese and 'everything on it' including onions, relish and mustard (everything except mayo for me). My BF had been here before, and he recommended we split the fries since one order is so large. The food is made fresh to order, so your best bet is to take a seat in the few chairs out in front of the stand. The range of customers lining up for a taste of Fred's will be entertainment enough, trust me. There's a car wash across the street as well, and we both had a great time seeing all of the tricked out and classic Cadies, Lincolns, etc. roll through it.

After about 15 minutes, our number was called. And let me just restate, for the record, how pleasant and sweet the girl working behind the counter was, FTW. There's nothing worse than dealing with someone who hates their job and makes it undeniably obvious to every customer... Back to the food - the food was definitely fresh, as it was piping hot. Starving after a morning of running errands, we sat to enjoy our meal immediately. The burgers were huge, and the order of fries to boot matched the burger size. Large and in charge.





The burger patty was obviously hand-formed, which helped retain that flavor with a less worked (or as I like to say, a less stressed) patty. It was juicy and charred beautifully. Cooked medium well, it was lightly salted and definitely held a torch to any gourmet burger at a 5-star restaurant, save for the messiness. The lightly toasted bun held together and didn't get soggy or fall apart. Two big thumbs up from me!!

The fries were an absolute site to behold and delight to taste. These were obviously freshly cut, and could easily be taken for thick cut steak frites anywhere else. And Fred's offers their fries with lots of delicious goodies, like chili and cheese, which I hear is also quite a treat. I just didn't have enough stomach room to indulge that day.

But trust me, I'll be seeing you again very soon, Fred. Next time, we're doin the chili fries. Downhome style for sure.

12 July, 2010

It's Beginning to Feel A Lot Like SUH-MMER!!!


Hi kids!!! Apologies for such a long delay in updating this little soapbox of mine, but once again, life has made for some interesting and time consuming and tiring events lately... However, I have NOT abandoned you or my many constant thoughts of food. Without further ado, I give you an updated post!!!

This little global warming issue has been causing quite a frenzy in Los Angeles recently. The one thing I have noticed is that the people here (specifically many of my personal friends) are just way too spoiled over the weather, and just down-right impossible to please. For example, while the rest of the country has been suffering with triple digit heatwaves and humidity that can be cut with a knife, we here in L.A. have had very cool and extremely mild summer weather. I have gotten quite irritated with the recent Facebook status updates like "Hey can somebody tell LA that it's July?" and "Rain in LA in July? It's time to move..." I mean, seriously people, you are spoiled brats!!! If you really want to move out of LA because you are unhappy with the weather, besides Alaska, I'm not sure where you are going to go where the weather right now (or any time of the year, for that matter) could be anymore pleasant and beautiful as the 330 days a year here in Southern California.

Okay - phew! Had to get that off my chest. And it seems that finally, the weather has begun turning a bit, for the summery better. And you know what that means: GRILLING!!!


Since the grill is now being used on a regular, I'll keep you updated with some BBQ-friendly recipes and ideas, as well as some great summertime drink concoctions to go with your smokey deliciousness. Over the 4th of July weekend, my boyfriend and I grilled a couple delicious chicken thighs (on my mini-grill fit for my apartment balcony), glazed with a nice fancied store-bought BBQ sauce.

Here is our quick and easy recipe for homemade fancier-pants-than-store-bought BBQ sauce (that's the official name):

1/2-3/4 cup store-bought BBQ sauce (we used a Jack Daniels BBQ sauce)
2 TB bourbon
2 TB hot sauce (Tabasco, Cholula, Tapatio, etc.)
2 TB Worchestershire sauce
1 TB chili powder
1 tsp cayenne pepper
1 tsp black pepper
1 tsp mustard powder
1 tsp brown sugar

Combine all of the ingredients in a bowl and adjust to taste. If the sauce is too sweet, add a little bit of white vinegar or beer to offset. If it is too hot, add more store-bought BBQ sauce or brown sugar.

The best way to cook with BBQ is to add it to your grilled items about 10 minutes before they are done cooking on the grill. This will let the sauce set in on your food. And keep some left over on the side because you probably will add more after the food is off the grill.

So for all you weather haters out there, I just have one thing to say: your heat is coming. And when it does, I better not hear you complaining that it's too hot in LA!!

Bon appetit!!!

26 February, 2010

Rustic and Easy Homemade Italian: Giada Is Right! It IS Possible!



Well, Miss Queen of Italian cooking and Italian pronunciations Show-Off, I will admit it: you were right. Last night I attempted some homemade gnocchi and saw that it was very easy to make. No complicated ingredients, no complicated techniques, this is definitely a rustic and authentic meal to enjoy at home or wow your friends with.

I had reviewed a few recipes with variations on the ingredients and methods, but realized it basically came down to a few essential ingredients and the rest was was a matter of kinda winging it. I can't imagine an Italian 'mama' in her humble kitchen in some small farm town near Bologna taking out measuring cups and painstakingly exacting her ingredients. So I improvised the way she would. Here's how it all came together beautifully for me:

2 lbs. russet potatoes (about 2 large potatoes and 1 smaller one)
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
2 egg yolks, beaten
pinch of salt

First start by boiling the potatoes in a pot until you can pierce them with a fork easily. Don't overcook them though, as this will make your dough no good. If they are overcooked, they absorb too much water which messes up the chemistry with your flour. So keep an eye on them, boiling them for approximately 25 to 30 minutes. Strain them and let them cool for a few minutes. I placed them near my kitchen window to cool down, as you will need to handle them with your hands while they are still warm. Once they've cooled down just about enough to work with the skin, peel the skin off of each potato (the potatoes should still be warm to kind of hot here and there, so be careful not to burn yourself). If you have a potato ricer or food mill, process the potatoes through it. I don't have either (don't worry, it's next on the list of kitchen utensils), just work the potatoes work your hands, breaking them down while keeping them fluffy. Don't smash them - just break them up until you create a meal of out them (like a coarse dough). Do not put them through the food processor - this will turn your potatoes into glue, and they will be too heavy for light fluffy gnocchi.

Once you've created a dough-like meal,add the flour, egg yolks and salt. I added a couple pinches of kosher salt. Delicately mix it all together and work it into a ball of dough with your hands, taking care not to overwork it too much. Move your dough onto a floured surface and take handfuls at a time to work down. Roll the dough into a long log approximately 3/4 of an inch wide. Don't press the dough down, again remembering to work it delicately, but rather roll it outwards to help stretch the dough thinner. After you have a 3/4 inch wide roll, cut it into 1-inch pieces.



I suggest working your entire dough into pieces at this time, as you can separate your gnocchi pieces and freeze those you won't be cooking that day. Just lay them out on a cookie sheet, spaced out so that they aren't touching each other. Place the cookie sheet in the freezer for three to four hours, after which the gnocchi pieces should be frozen enough to remove them from the cookie sheet and place them into a freezer bag.

Boil another pot of salted water, and drop your gnocchi pieces in separately a few at a time. You will know when they are ready because they will rise to the top of the water, ready for you to scoop them out. And PRESTO! Homemade Gnocchi!!

Gnocchi is best with a tomato sauce or even a simple homemade pesto sauce. Again, channeling the improvisational spirit of an Italian homecook, I threw some ingredients together for my own pesto. Here's the basic recipe:

5 garlic cloves, chopped
1/4 cup chopped walnuts
1/2 cup pine nuts
1 bunch Italian parsley
1 bunch fresh basil (same size as the bunch of parsley)
3/4 cup fresh grated parmesan cheese
1-1 1/2 cups extra virgin olive oil
salt to taste
ground pepper to taste

Combine the garlic, walnuts and pine nuts into a food processor and process for about 30 seconds. Wash and chop the stems off of the parsley and basil. Add the parsley, basil and parmesan cheese to the food processor bowl. Using the spout of the food processor, slowly pour the olive oil into the bowl while pureeing the ingredients. Add the oil until you get a creamy texture; after you are satisfied with the liquidity of the puree, you can stop adding oil. Add salt and pepper to taste and continuing pureeing.



Again, for the most part, these measurements are to taste. You can't really go wrong with adding more basil or parsley for those who like more basil or parsley flavor. Or if you like a nuttier flavor, add more walnuts or pine nuts. And if you want a slightly more decadent pesto, add a splash of heavy cream for a Creamy Pesto!!

So I concede - all those Saturday morning Giada At Home shows where I balked at Giada's supposed "easy" recipes, won't intimidate me anymore. Now if only I could somehow presto-chango my own kitchen into Giada's, I'd be her biggest fan ever.

20 February, 2010

I'm Sorry But I Will NOT Be Master Chef... Not For Season 1, That Is...



Recently open auditions were held in the 3rd Street Farmers Market Sur La Table store for a new upcoming Gordon Ramsay produced series called "Master Chef." Ex-pats are familiar with the original BBC program which has been on-air for years in the U.K., New Zealand and Australia. Needless to say, for any and all amateur chefs and foodies in and around the L.A. area, this casting call was a huge and exciting event, and brought every aspiring chef to the outlining Farmers Market sidewalk to stand in line for hours on a warm Sunday morning in January.

Oh yes, I was one of those aspiring and passionate foodie chef-wannabes who woke up early to cook a tasty unique dish for some strangers that I was going to have to impress in a matter of minutes. The alarm went off at 6:30 and I sprang out of bed and started preparing one of my favorite and very personal dishes: Pollo Guisado (pronounced 'poh-yoh ghee-saw-doh'). Growing up eating Mexican and Puerto Rican food on a regular basis thanks to my heritage, this dish is the epitome of simple homecooking. A staple in Puerto Rican and latin cooking, it's easy to make and has flavor for miles.

3-4 chicken legs
3-4 chicken thighs
4 cups chicken broth (appx. 2 1/2 cans of chicken broth)
4 medium potatoes, cut into 2-3 inch pieces
1/4 cup Spanish green olives
6 dry bay leaves
1 tsp. cumin
1 tsp. white pepper
2 Tb. olive oil
4 Tb. Sofrito (click to see recipe)
2 small cans tomato sauce
salt to taste

In a large stock pot, heat the chicken broth over medium heat, and add the chicken, potatoes and green olives to the simmering stock. Add bay leaves, cumin and white pepper. In a separate small pot, heat olive oil over medium heat. Once the oil is hot, add sofrito and stir continuously for 2-3 minutes, opening the flavors of the sofrito. Add the tomato sauce to the sofrito and continue to heat for another 3 minutes, blending the sofrito and tomato sauce. Remove the sofrito and tomato sauce from the heat, and pour the mixture into the stock pot of simmering chicken. Stir to make sure the tomato sauce has melded with the broth. Add salt to taste if needed. Cover and simmer over medium-low heat for 35-40 minutes.

The stewed chicken is traditionally served over white steamed rice.



This audition Sunday, my Pollo Guisado came out absolutely delicious. I packed up my little secret weapon dish, which I was sure would knock the socks off the judges. But unfortunately, I was wrong. What I didn't know was that because of the volume of people auditioning, the churn-n-burn process wasn't going to let me talk up the judges very much. Instead, after standing in line for over two hours, and finally getting my number 139 place called, my audition lasted a total of 3 1/2 minutes.

Using the training kitchen in Sur La Table, the producers quickly shuttled in five or six people at once as five or six previous auditioners finished and walked out. I was told to plate my dish and raise my hand as soon as I was ready to present, and one judge would taste and another would be a casting director who would meet and greet me. What I did not give enough thought to was the fact that, even though I had AIR TIGHTLY packed my hot chicken dish in a Coleman cooler and was confident the multiple layers of foil and towels would keep all of my hot food hot and bacteria-free, the judges may not feel the same way. After plating my neat little entree, I raised my hand and couldn't get any of the judges' attention for about a minute. I patiently waited, while the auditioner set up next to me was getting chatted up a storm. Looking like a bad Guy Fieri imitator, this unemployed tattooed Long Beach 'bro' had caught the judges' eyes. And I just stood there with my dish, waiting anxiously for someone to come and chat me up like Oprah. I cringed when I overheard them ask Mr. LBC what mirapoix is, which he did not know. I came close to leaning over and screaming like an excited first grader, "I KNOW! I KNOW!!" but I resisted.

After what felt like an eternity, one of the judges tepidly approached my station, and asked me how I cooked it. I began to explain the steps and ingredients, while the judge took a microscopic bite of food. I understood why, of course, the judges could only eat minuscule tastes, considering the line of possibly 800 people and plates of food throughout the day of auditions. After sharing my recipe, I knew I was going to have to really show my crazy personality, and I was ready... except that the judge who tasted my food merely thanked me and walked away. I waited for the second judge/casting director to come by, and I spotted a handsome Hollywood type who was walking towards my station. I quickly smiled and got ready to let my personality shine. The chiseled casting director smiled and asked, "Has someone tasted your food already?" I eagerly responded "Yep!" And just like that, he ended my audition with, "Okay great, thank you for coming!!" and walked off. Just like that, my one opportunity to be on an exciting cooking show and share my passion with Gordo and the world fleeted right past me.

A bit deflated, I packed up my dish and went home. It was on my way home that I realized that the judges were probably TERRIFIED of trying my chicken dish! They had no idea how much effort I put into keeping the dish hot. I could have been their worst nightmare: room-temperature and bacteria-laden chicken. Of course, I knew that my chicken was still hot and definitely safe to eat. But needless to say, next time I audition for a cooking show with a prepared dish, I won't be making chicken.

I will, however, be excited to see who ends up on the new show. And if Mr. LBC is one of the contestants, I can at least say I auditioned next to the Fieri-sham once.