Now, I don't mean to harp on this whole caviar thing, but don't these people realize how fortunate they are to shovel oversized spoonfuls of this delicacy into their mouths? I mean, a fraction of these servings would cost an arm and a leg, let alone a two pound bowl. Now I know that two pounds of any food is a bit much, but let's not forget that this wasn't exactly nasty brussel sprouts they were chowing down on. If any generous soul out there wishes to purchase a kilogram of caviar for me, I will demonstrate just how easy it is to polish it off in no time.

Alas, my love of caviar is not shared universally, as evidenced first with Colin and Christie. After last week's first place finish, the two Texans continued their domination tonight by making smart travel decisions and easily navigating through a detour that had them doing vodka shots off a sword. With a healthy lead that was all theirs to lose, Colin and Christie faced their biggest adversary yet: a bowl of caviar. Christie was apprehensive about taking on the roadblock, but Colin passive aggressively persuaded her into the food challenge anyway. It may not have been a smart move since the former beauty queen displayed the intestinal fortitude of a drunken vertigo victim, but I welcomed the sight of Christie completely devolving in a quaint Russian restaurant.

Colin and Christie have never been a totally, uh, interesting team, but I've occasionally enjoyed Colin's psycho-killer game face, and tonight he busted it out in full force. As Christie languished with her bowl of caviar, Colin stared her down as if she had not only killed his family, but urinated on their graves. Occasionally he attempted to be supportive, but those ill-fated gestures usually wound up as passive-aggressive questions like "Do you want to mix the caviar with the juice?" or "Do you want to take smaller bites" or "Do you want to not suck at this mission?"