Category Archives: Chef Race

On the Job: Spaghetti and Meatballs a Piperade

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The family that I cook for each week has been diligently following me on Chef Race. This is very sweet, and also strange, since we’ve never actually met in person. They know me purely through my emails, my food, and now, my TV persona. But it’s given me an excuse to cook my way through the episodes with them. A few weeks ago, after episode 6, they asked me for baked beans with Uncle Sammy’s BBQ Sauce. And this past week, after my fateful exit, they asked me to make them the Kale Salad and Spaghetti & Meatballs a Piperade from my elimination challenge meal.… Continue Reading

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Chef Race Episode 5 Rewrites: Meals (and Tantrums) on Wheels

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It was clear to all of us, from the minute this challenge started in Fort Smith, that we were in for a trip to crazytown. Cody had forgotten to take his happy pills, and it was his way or a tantrum-filled highway.

The Brits were allowed to choose one member of our team to come over the pond to theirs. It was between Bianca and myself, and boy was I jealous of her when team America unraveled.

Cody kept lecturing us that our truck was the exact layout of his Mexican food truck in New York, so we needed to cook his entire menu exactly, or we were bound to fail.… Continue Reading

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Chef Race: Cornmeal-Crusted Catfish with Tomato-Zucchini Rice and Radish Slaw

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There’s a lot that needs rewriting from this past week’s Chef Race episode. Among them, Stan and my midpoint challenge cook-off against Caroline and Bianca, which they cut entirely. I am partially relieved because it means they cut Richard Corrigan telling me I should go learn how to use my knives. But it also means you missed us winning! (not that he ate his words or anything).

I’ll have all the behind-the-scenes dirt for you, as always, in my upcoming recap of the show. In the meantime, I wanted to share our winning recipe from that checkpoint in Little Rock. The challenge was catfish and rice, and for anyone who’s ever tried to make rice on a grill, you know it ain’t no picnic.… Continue Reading

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Chef Race Episode 4 Rewrites: The Brits’ Balls Finally Drop

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Last week’s episode was a fun one, both in real life and on the small screen. I mean, what could be better than being given free license to say dick and balls as much as you please to a bunch of God-fearing Midwesterners on national television? This might be the last shred of fun we saw on Chef Race, if scenes from tonight’s episode are any indication, so it’s the fun I’m going to focus on in this re-cap.


The people of Dodge City, Kansas were probably the nicest and most generous of anyone we encountered. Not only did the ladies of Boot Hill Museum offer us their kitchen, banquet hall, and fridges full of brisket, but they also gave us costumes.… Continue Reading

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Chef Race Episode 3 Rewrites: She’ll Be Coming Around the Mountain, or Not

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I was pretty nervous to watch last week’s episode. Mainly because it was the first (of many) times I broke my cardinal rule of reality television participation: I cried. But it turned out I had nothing to worry about, because like the first two episodes, they reordered the timeline and conveniently passed over the parts when I was dying on the side of a mountain.

I’m not sure why the producers starved us in the first place if they weren’t even going to reap the benefits of the drama that unfolded. But I guess they quickly reached their quota in this episode when a 37-year-old man (child) called a 19-year-old girl a “see you next Tuesday” to compensate for the size of his fishing rod.… Continue Reading

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Chef Race Episode 2 Rewrites: There’s Bison Blood on Your Hands

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Okay, so it took me a little longer to put together these thoughts on episode two than I expected. I was away this weekend reliving some of the glory of tonight’s episode. I had an epic time in Vermont camping out with a bunch of my college friends, roasting a whole pig, hunting pheasants, drinking hot toddies, and dancing the night away to a local band’s rendition of Wagon Wheel. I certainly endured the elements better than I did in Grand Mesa Colorado with cameras in tow. But you’ll have to tune in to see what happened there.

After we finished filming episode one, I thought: okay, this isn’t as terrifying as I thought it would be.… Continue Reading

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