My head is pounding from too much exposure to reality cooking shows. I love them all - the gourmet, haute cuisine hopefuls on Top Chef, the goofy Next Food Network Star players, and the downright incompetent Hell's Kitchen competitors.
Chad and I start the week of right with a viewing of the Next Food Network Star on Sunday nights. This show is pretty entertaining, even Food Network uber-critic Anthony Bourdain seems to enjoy it. I'm putting my money on Rory and Adrien in the final two.
If you happen to stop by our house on Monday evenings around 9:00 and hear someone screaming obscenities, then you know that we are likely watching Hell's Kitchen. After watching Little People, Big World on TLC earlier on Monday evenings, moving to the Fox reality show seems downright sordid. It's almost like watching a car accident - it is so horrible and painful to watch, but I just can't tear my eyes away from it. I also believe that the spinach risotto they prepare as appetizers should have the name "Ecto" somewhere in the description - the stuff is practically neon!
Onto the best of the three - Top Chef on Wednesday's. I really enjoyed the first two seasons, and I really like the third season so far. This show is both interesting and entertaining - something I really like about the shows on Bravo. While none of them are educational and all of them are guilty pleasures, Bravo knows how to make good tv with Kathy Griffin's My Life on the D List, The Real Housewives of Orange County, and premiering tomorrow...Hey Paula! - a reality show about Paula Abdul's life.
I have to admit that my enthusiasm for Hell's Kitchen is starting to wane, I passed up last night's episode to read my new issue of Reader's Digest.