While watching Next Food Network Star, I've decided that the next guy I sleep with needs to be a chef. The last one was just a fat pothead who liked to eat and THOUGHT he could cook [with WAY too much 'Ol' Bay']. I'm talking pretty plates, drizzly sauces, and some kind of kickass dish involving flaky crusty dough and utensils I've never seen. Sprigs of parsely, while cliche, are welcome. Pastry chefs will be encouraged to apply, and will be immediately bumped to the top of the list.
The good news is, they just voted off the most attractive contestant. Food Network shoots in NYC, right?
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