Yup, Stoner wins another QuickFire (this is now his 4th) and $5K to add to his new Cloyota. See? Setting random shit on fire pays off!…

just ask any insurance arsonist
Ok, so moving on, what’s today’s fascinating Elimination Challenge about to involve? Scar says they’ll be celebrating two of Alaska’s oldest culinary traditions*, which are bread and fish.
*it goes unsaid that these “traditions” are really only related to self-transplanting EurAsians and ignore the Native Alaskans entirely… most likely because their main “tradition” was to “leave other people the fuck alone”
Sure enough, Scar says that bread was so important to the original gold-rush invaders pioneers that they actually carried their sourdough starter cultures with them…

in their fanny-packs
Li’l Boy Brocky continues that the fishing industry has been a part of Alaska since the 17th century, and salmon is their main harvest. So their challenge will be to serve the people of Juneau two of their faves, salmon and sourdough. You know, it occurs to me that the tradition of serving bread and fish together is actually older than the Gold Rush and the 17th century, dating all the way to Jesus-Times™…

back when everybody looked perpetually surprised because they had no eyelids
According to this ancient artwork, Multi-Dimensional Jesus™ apparently stood around a lot making “Wassup?” gestures with His hands, and serving people food that was laying directly on the ground (and his dirty feet). I’m guessing people probably had a lot of Athlete’s Mouth back in the olden days, too. Anyhow, Scar says they’ll be picking out their fresh salmon on the following day and will have 3 hours to cook it at a local salmon bake (which is the same thing as a fish fry, I guess). And just in case they’re getting cocky or confident, she reminds them that they’ll be serving these ingrediences to people who probably know a million different ways to cook them… “Kind of like serving succotash to a Southerner?” she digs at StacheBear…
good one, Scar
The winner of the challenge gets a vacation to Costa Rica courtesy of Mean Fountain Coffee Products, and now the chefs get to leave and go over to their Juneau digs, where a local baker has lent them some sourdough starter that was born in the 80′s (which will handily match their house’s decor).
In the Cloyota on the way over, it comes out that McBitchyson has done some baking previously. StacheBear starts being an asshole (natch!) and giving her some mild shit for it, so to shut him up she tells him she’s not going to put bacon in her sourdough, he’s going to have to do that all by himself. Stachey’s response is one that I wanted to make sure I screengrabbed (and closed-captioned) for evidence purposes…

we’re all witnesses to his heresy
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fucking make a dish that describes yourself in a haiku about what makes things better involving a food item AND DO IT IN SHIRT FORM
you know this will be the finale
of top chef tumblr people who like the show enough to pretend to be better than it but still watch it every weak and then choose judges (to judge fucking pictures like… rational human beings of this site and the commenters that decided that neither commenters or commentors would appear correctly on spell check) out of the two followers (PROBABLY WHITE MALES TO EMPHASIZE THE PLIGHT OF WOMEN WHO HAVE TUMBLRS) they get that probably want to make fun of it but are drunk and forgot to. I am the drunk and didn’t forget to.
YOU KNOW WHAT MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER?
BACON AND CORNBREAD AND WAR
YOU MIX THE THREE TOGETHER AND YOU GET A FUCKING T-SHIRT THAT NO ONE EVER SHOULD EVER BE FUCKING WEARING. FUCK WHO THE UFCK WEARS T SHIRTS ON PURPOSE. IF I WAS A CELEBRITY AND GOT CAUGHT WEARING A T-SHIRT, LITTLE ALONE ADVOCATING THE PLIGHT OR WHATEVER IT IS THAT WAR HAS TO DO WITH FUCKING CORNBREAD
I REALLY DON’T KNOW WHAT I’D DO BECAUSE I WOULDN’T BE A FUCKING RETARD WEARING A HOT TOPIC T SHIRT IN THE YEAR 2013. AND IT WOULDN’T BE ABOUT FUCKING BACON BECAUSE IT’S NOT 2010.
NEXT WEEK ON TOP SHIT:
SOMEONE PROBABLY DOESN’T QUITE WIN YET LOL. BUT IT’S YOUR FAULT, NOT MINE I CIRCUMVENTED THE CAPTCHA USING MAGIC*
*I had to watch two ads to get it right BECAUSE I THOUGHT FUCKING CAPS WERE SUPPOSED TO BE CRUISE CONTROL
Still reading, but the quickfire judge looks like the lovechild of LaGassy and StacheBear!
Captcha is “love me”, because you know LaGassy hit and quit it and Stachey just can’t let go.
I will miss Lizzie. And the recaps of her accent are spot on hilarious!! I find myself reading your version outloud lol!! And I literally laughed outloud at “looking like an LL Bean catalog”. Perfection!! I can’t decide who I want to win. I don’t feel emotionally invested in anyone this season.
This season is boring. the. shit. out of me. I didn’t have access to Bravo during the 7th season, so I’ll have to take your word that this season is far worse. And really, the downward spiral began when Kristen was eliminated because she was one of the few contestants who proved to be really talented. It’s like we got 3 or 4 really great chefs and 20 mediocre fillers. But with Kristen gone, you can really see just how average everyone else is in comparison: I totally ignored how Sheldon used Asian food as a crutch, but now it’s annoying the hell out of me. This has been a rough ass season, but the recaps make it so much better. Now I have a lovely daydream where LaShawn Beyond rises from obscurity to snatch Josh’s bacon, exclaiming “THIS IS NOT RUPAULS BEST BACON RACE, BITCH.”
And that, my dears, is what I like to call hope.
Oh J-Mo, these recaps are the only thing making this season bearable. For fucks sake, Stach needs to stop with the bacon. STOP. Loved the Blazing Saddles refernce; made me snort laugh! Top Model for the win!
“And really, the downward spiral began when Kristen was eliminated…”
Actually, the downward spiral began when they said “Welcome to Top Chef Seattle. Surprise! Here are our 3 returning chefs.”
And, yeah, Snidley Dumbass is actually making me hate bacon. Which is just sad.
Every time I read the title – Suffering Succotash goes in my head. And now I cannot remember which cartoon character said it. Aggravating! I’m at the point where I don’t want any of these three winning – I have my fingers crossed that top model makes it back and takes the whole thing!
Okay, so I always say I hate Florida (the only damn place I’ve ever lived), but the freak-storm in the Northeast and J-Mo’s first paragraph are actually giving me pause…the worst day of said storm was a de-fucking-lightful sunny and cloudless 80 degrees here, so…not so bad?
I think I finally learned a valuable lesson! Although I STILL desperately want to go sledding and skiing and snowmobiling and…you get the point. Back to reading.
I totes forgot until I saw the “carnage” photo how much I miss Deadliest Catch! I’m guessing they’re filming the opilio season now? Wrap it up, people, and get to editing. I need my fix, especially since TC is ending soon and J-Mo goes with it. Wah!!!
Featherhead – Suffering Succotash = Sylvester the Cat.
Thank you JJ!!
Late to the party again, but I have to comment on this:
you wanna go with me to get a manicure and then roll around naked in some bacon?
HAHAHAHAHA!!! He has been away from the wife for a long time!
Can they just crown Kristen? At this point it’s just becoming painful. Not only is she clearly the best, but she’s the most gracious. And I have to agree with Jimbob, the season took a massive runny shit when they brought the 3 returning chefs back.
J-mo, those are the sweetest little kitties!!! I really think Sheldon should have gone, he seemed to have more egregious mistakes than Lizzie did, but heck, this show is dismissive of women, otherwise, how are the average talents of Stachy and Stoner in the final group!
I’m still a little confused as to how the finale will play out with LCK and a voted in person. For the vote in, is it week to week, winner take all, and then they restart . . . I can’t see how Uni has the most votes at anything other than “most likely to be an entitled douche”!
I was really hoping for an all female finale . . . sigh . . .