Chef Fauxhawks and Two by Two
Now that the season is over, I'm transferring my Project Runway obsession to another Bravo show: Top Chef. So far my favorite character is Erik, the tall tattooed fellow who wants to use the 100K prize money to buy floral shirts and cook on the beach in Hawaii. Call me a cynic, but I think he's gonna need more than 100 grand for that. His cheese souffle fell flat before judges Padma, Tom, Rocco and Anthony Bourdain, but he gained respect when he admitted, "I made glorified nachos. I'm not proud of it."
Another (un)quotable line: Andrew in his extreme excitement over the posh Chicago digs-- "Yo. Casa, motherf%@#$s!!!" I wasn't sorry to see melancholy Nimma pack up her knives after she emphasized for the umpteenth time that she wasn't on the show to have fun and put herself to bed. I know it's not Project Runway, but she should have been auffed straightaway for that purple headband. And the trio of fauxhawks (Richard, Jennifer and [smaller, but there] Dale) should help end a haircut that went out with David Beckham. Plus, who dressed Padma in that unflattering olive green dress? If you can make a stunner like Padma look dumpy, no matter the camera angle, perhaps you're in the wrong career.
Here are my two sentences for Two by Two Thursday (two sentences read, two sentences written from the past week):
"It's only my sister, she thinks, but still, after all this time, after everything that's happened, she wants to inspire in Vanessa a certain surprised admiration. Still she wants her sister to think, 'The goat's looking rather well, isn't she?'" --from Michael Cunningham's The Hours.
"The inside of Brody's Bait 'n More smelled of earthworms, stale frying oil, and musty equipment. Nestled into the crook of the lake off the main highway, it served as a local fishing supply and watering hole--nicknamed Grody Brody's by spurned teenagers trying to score cheap cases of beer." -- from my novel in progress