I like old brown Ford trucks so this should be a piece of cake. Let me just go consult with this moose over here and see if he has any words of wisdom from the spruce trees.
This should be interesting. I think I’ll grab a guitar and sing the song of my people – the Cave Dwelling Trolls that is. It should give me some insight about what to do.
So I made a nice pork chop reduction that should blend exquisitely with some of the crushed corn flakes. After I drink this lavender soda I’m gonna toss the apricots in the garbage and sprinkle some feta cheese on my head. That should wow the judges.
I call this dish the Glennallen Garbage Gastrointestinal Distress Bringer. I hope you like it.
Looking at Vanessa’s dish, I’m getting really nervous because I was thinking about doing a pork chop reduction as well. Time to rethink my strategy. I look at the clock and realize I only have 12 hours left to get my dish done and plated. Then it hits me…
No seriously, Nathan just threw a wooden spoon at me and it really hurt. Why would he do that? Who throws a wooden spoon at someone.
I can’t do this, there’s just too much pressure.
I think I have this thing in the bag. Andrew’s dish isn’t even plated, he’s just laying in the corner in the fetal position and I think he’s crying.
I want my mommy…