Josh is getting his chickens addicted to brine injections. This is not how grandpa made his fried chicken, but Josh does continue the paternal odes though all generations. He has learned tricks from his elders. Josie “has this in the bag,” which is something you never ever say, cause then you realize you have the bag over your head and you are losing your breath. Something is said about Florida being in the South. Hehe… blasphemy.
Prep gets done, and they ship over to Tom’s fried fowl palace. Josie asks Stefan how to say “you can kiss my ass” in German. Stefan, always one creepy step ahead of everyone else, teaches her to say “I am way out of my league.”
One hour to cook. The judges' panel looks like they have been watching reruns of Scooby Doo all day and eating Cheetos.
Jumping to the eats. Lizzie serves delicious “Shake 'n Bake” chicken cutlets with a killer cabbage and peach salad. It ain’t fried chicken, but they like it. Josie makes soft-crusted “Southern Style” chicken, but is keeping the secret of why it’s not very good. It’s not very good and really greasy. Sheldon takes the biggest risk and makes Chang’s version of fried chicken, a Korean ode, and an Umami version as well.
Stefan made chicken Cordon Bleu. WTF? Josh senses this is an issue and reminds people that he made “Fried Chicken,” and apparently great smoked fried chicken. Brooke made Dukkah-crusted chicken fingers, which sound a lot worse than it is, and it really isn’t very good. Apparently Brooke never hired Vinny and Jon. Oops.
Tops are Josh, Lizzie, and Sheldon. Josh wins. He’s still on an upward trajectory. Kudos to the Baconator.
Bottoms are Stefan, Brooke, and Josie. Tom really goes after Josie. It’s a little like a tiger attacking a defenseless lawn gnome wearing a headband. Padma calls Stefan a naughty word. Wolfgang lays into Brooke. It’s a particularly vicious Judges' Table.
Josie signs off and takes her secrets with her. With complete sincerity, I wish her the best. I really do.
Until next week.