Meanwhile Martyn had a project of his own: conquering his crippling chocolate addiction. I know I'm giving you a good bit of show and tell this week, but can you please just watch this scene again:
Martyn, of course, turns to two things learned from The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, Villa Blanc and psychics. After a rousing lunch with Kathryn Ireland to discuss Spanx, Martyn visits Paul McKenna to turn the taste of chocolate into anchovies. It seems to work because when he heads to Kathryn's for dinner even Jacqueline's amazing tales of her former lovers does not get him primed to ingest cocoa nibs. In fact, it even passes on to Kathryn who ends up spitting bites of her chocolate out.
This breaks my heart tremendously because I was really hoping for a remake of Chocolat featuring Martyn and Kathryn.
Also Kathryn Ireland bought a bra at the flea market -- you're a braver woman than I.
Next week Joe Francis has Martyn (and himself) sweating and Kathryn deals with a woman that appears to be a hoarder. I cannot wait! What did you guys think? Are you in love, or you in love with this show?