I’ve documented my love of Food Network chefs to death, you’re probably wondering why since they’re dime a dozen to you.
I love them because they are mentally unhinged, their recipes are rarely appetising but I revel in the horror of some creations and the dedication to the cause. I love that each episode is turned into a story, only Nigella Lawson in the UK comes close as we see her assemble dinner for a bunch of actors posing as her friends. Our chefs are just boring in comparison.
I love Ina’s expensive lifestyle and cringeworthy fabulous friends and wonder if Ina and Jeffrey really are as much in love as they make out to be. I’m amazed when Paula Deen has her kids round and try to comprehend who was banging her once upon a time. I watch agape when I witness Guy Fieri attempt to become an even bigger douche than he already is. Truly wonderful.
Pouringmyartout and Laura at Unlikely Explanations commented on a previous post about the next logical step in their evolution, with many weapons at their disposal it would only be a matter of time before Iron Chef tips over the edge into a bloody and violent melee.
Let’s turn this into the Ryder Cup of cooking, let’s allow the Food Network heroes to pit their strength against their British counterparts. In respect of this, allow me to introduce the British contenders, first in the ring is:
Anthony Worral Thompson
Part-time garden gnome and occasional shoplifter, Anthony Worral Thompson recently struck the headlines for his pilfering from Tesco’s supermarket. The public weren’t sure if they were more surprised that he was of the sticky fingered persuasion or that he shopped in Tesco’s.
His two fingers at the establishment should make for a dirty match.
The godmother of cooking, appearances can be deceiving. Whilst cooking in her country pile she is softly spoken and mild-mannered, she shows her ruthless side when she buys a football club and chugs a load of ale, see how she gets pissed and starts abusing people.
She’s got some mouth on her, will she meet her match?
The Hairy Bikers
These fleecy motorcycle enthusiasts make a formidable tag team. What they lack in agility they make up for in sheer weight, who is going to pit their wits against these lardy Hell’s Angel-lites.
Pompous fishy aficionado Rick Stein is famous in the county of Cornwall where he parades around Padstow dressed in robes made of fish nets and a crown made of sea bass bones. He insists on villagers throwing down prawn heads in his path as a mark of respect.
Masterchef host Greg pulls no punches telling others that their cooking is terrible, a bit cheeky considering he’s a greengrocer by trade. Stick to hawking two punnets of strawbs for a pound Greg.
Hugh Fearnly Whittingstall
Being cursed with too many letters in his name never hindered Hugh, it just spurred him on to prove that despite a wealthy upbringing and an Eton and Oxford education that he can still make a success of his life. Moving to the country to live an organic life off the land, ably helped by his millions.
Ainsley’s fallen on hard times, at the beginning of the TV chef boom he was an ever-present due to his bubbly personality and knack of singing the name of an ingredient. Who can forget his catchy “Olly, oly, oil!” He was soon brushed aside when Michelin starred chefs wanted more of the limelight on our TV screens, and he can now be found flipping burgers in a van off the A40.
Pensioners pin-up, Mary Berry has been a permanent fixture on our screens and has recently been given a new lease of life judging Bakery Idol. Her kindly demeanour doesn’t stop her criticizing the rise on someone’s souffle, you better keep the air in your egg whites to keep on Mary’s good side.
Sophie likes to break with convention, from being a successful plus sized model to giving hope to the vertically challenged by marrying pop-jazz singer and hobbit lookalike, Jamie Cullum. She turned her hand to the kitchen by copying Nigella Lawson’s tried and tested method of making a recipe sound like a £2 a minute sex chat line.
Let the battle commence!