Holy crap. The refrigerator was warm. That is terror in the heartland. Brutal. Maybe I'm hormonal, but I literally started to cry when everyone pitched in. Those are good chefs and no one should go home. They are rolling with the punches.
Don't complain. Don't explain. Hosea and Radhika were rock stars and Carla and Eugene's genuine offer to help was divine. Although Stefan has his moments, I was moved when he said that Radhika being without duck does him no good, and that he wanted to win fair and square. I literally welled up.
However, everyone was oddly mediocre. I long for the days of Harold, Hung, Dale, Richard, Stephanie and even Marcel.
Eugene is disappointing me.
That Poisson Cru looked nasty. And Fabio, how do you screw up crab cakes so monumentally? They are such an easy "go to" dish for a crowd. Jamie, who oddly made scallops twice in one day (not everyone loves scallops to begin with) couldn't even pull those off. Scallops are a really easy food to cook - simply sear them with salt, pepper and olive oil and you can avoid a slimy taste. Melissa doesn't ever seem to bust out with anything impressive and Ariane used that immunity by throwing in deviled eggs. Huh?
I was wrong about Jeff because the judges liked his dish, but I still think his Achilles heel is being too all over the place.