After several delays, here is my interview with my long-lost twin Stephanie Izard, winner of season 4 of Top Chef. She explains how to braise a pistachio; I believe I will actually try this at some point.
I have decided to take it as a positive sign that my doppelganger just won $100K and a nationally-televised cooking show. Surely things must continue to look up for me as well: foul-mouthed curly-haired brunettes, 2008 is our year!
With that one, the interviews are over for a while. It’s hard to convey the level of relief I feel at the idea of at least a few months during which I do not have to face listening to myself on tape.
My friends know better than to attempt to take any pictures of me. However, if they do manage to capture me on film despite my tantrum-throwing, they quickly learn there’s no point in trying to make me look at any pictures of myself.
Well, apparently I have as much of a phobic response to hear my voice as I do to seeing my own image. Always so painful, the giggly doofusness. If science does ever give us the ability to download our brains into a computer, I call dibs on the first spot in line. I would feel much much more comfortable if I only existed as the text I produce.
Nevertheless, I will certainly be raising my hand to do the interviews again for season five. Any excuse to talk to chefs.
And here, too, is the recap of the Reunion show. While Richard Blais is my sentimental favorite, Andrew D’Ambrosi’s ADHD antics won me over (of course), Spike Mendelsohn turned out to be pretty cool and sweet when I interviewed him, and Tom Colicchio could give me stern lecture any day, I believe grumpy Dale Talde surprisingly emerged from this final episode as the winner of the Top Chef Crush for this season. I liked his sneakers.