It's that coveted day of the year -- when boys and girls become men and women, chefs become better chefs, and all of the media will immediately start debating who deserved a James Beard nomination and who didn't. Get excited!
Mom is finally selling houses! Problem is she isn’t licensed. No big whoop for her, the test will be a breeze! Except she freaks when she meets Kim, a mega realtor who’s sold 358 houses and is getting recertified. She walks out of the test, assuaging her failure with a Chipwitch. Mmmm…now that’s something I can get behind: Chipwitch and a mostly Mom-centric episode.
At the James Beard Awards on Monday, we attempted to avoid the normal red carpet pablum (though sometimes we really did want to know who was wearing what), because it was a yellow carpet. (Why a yellow carpet, we asked? “It’s just to match the event logo,” a James Beard official laughed.)
Instead, we talked about the strange and wild world of culinary minutia with some of the world’s most renowned chefs and food personalities. It almost culminated in Jacques Pepin showing us his underwear, which means we were successful.
Hat tip to Humans of New York, for inspiring us to go beyond the normal press questioning gaggle.