Welcome, cooks. At the moment, we requested you to give you a twist on a conventional dish out of your childhood for the Aspen Meals & Wine Traditional. We will likely be judging your dishes primarily based on style, presentation, and no matter temper we’re in.
Bryce, you’re up first. You made grilled octopus, utilizing a recipe you dug up out of your grandmother’s grave. We cherished your story, however your octopus was too dry and too moist. It tasted such as you by no means had a childhood. We gave you fourteen seconds to make eighty entrées for 2 hundred individuals on the sting of a cliff. What went fallacious?
Antonia, your entrée was mushroom balls. We recognize that it’s related to your loved ones’s demise on the hooves of a vengeful truffle pig. Nevertheless, we didn’t just like the dish’s texture, style, taste, odor, or sound. You introduced the substances collectively in a manner that makes this dish technically unlawful in Chechnya. What went fallacious?
Candace, the apples in your tarte tatin weren’t uniform. Some have been burnt, some have been uncooked, and a few have been turduckens. How do you not know the distinction between fruit and meat, if you’ve educated underneath Mark Wahlberg? Your dish tastes prefer it was ready by 9 completely different individuals who have by no means heard of meals earlier than. What went fallacious?
Blemphis, we hate you as an individual. What went fallacious?
Brice, your tomato-basil soup introduced me proper again to my childhood, which was, sadly, a really unhealthy time for me. At age seven, I used to be in a horrible wagon accident that left me paralyzed from the tongue down for greater than a 12 months. My dad and mom forgot that they’d a baby, in order that they by no means fed me, however every day the maid would sneak a little little bit of tomato-basil soup into my I.V. Someday, she died on prime of me, and nobody got here on the lookout for her physique. For every week: the odor of her rotting corpse combined with the odor of tomato and basil. Your soup jogs my memory of that soup. What went fallacious?
Priyanka, you didn’t plate your dish on time, so all we needed to eat was the plate. It was crunchy, however flavorless. What went fallacious?
Tandy, your dish was so scrumptious that it made me forgive my mom. It was candy however bitter, wealthy however gentle, tingly however nutty, spicy however carrot, prolific however insane, advanced however treacherous. It transcended what meals was beforehand able to being and taught us all a lesson about humanity. Sadly, we appreciated it an excessive amount of. Please pack your knives and go.
And, don’t fear, you’ll be able to at all times relive your errors on “Final Likelihood Kitchen.” That manner, if you happen to fail, not less than you’ll know you deserved it.