For a girl who doesn’t cook, I sure do love cooking shows, especially competitive cooking shows where you start to have favorites as the season progresses. Paul is my man. Gotta root for the Filipino, just like I’ll always root for Pacquiao. But when it comes to choosing resources or specialists, I never specifically target Filipinos. I want the best doctor, the best optometrist, the best therapist. I could care less if they’re Filipino. I read an article about a highly-educated couple who decided to spend one year only buying products that came from businesses owned by African-Americans. Uhh, that got old real quick. They got through the year, but if I remember correctly, they really struggled.
Anyhow, I read the recap of episode 6 on Eater.com. Absolutely hilarious. There’s a scene in the episode where big girl Heather picks on meek Asian Beverly. Here’s the related blog post by Max Silvestri on Eater.com.
“Heather loves any opportunity to take a crap on Beverly, and she criticizes how Beverly always cooks Asian things. “If I were the judges, I’d be sick of it.” I did the quick math, Heather, and I know that if I was a judge I would get sick of your petty, cruel face way quicker than I would get sick of Asian food. Do you know how big Asia is? Do you know how big your face is? Big, but not as big of Asia. Eastern cuisine offers exponentially more territory to explore than does your scowling mug barking at strangers.”