Previously on "Top Chef," Jamie couldn't keep her whites from running.
First up, Stefan professed his love, or lust, for Jamie, by giving her a stuffed animal. Because if anything can cut through the lesbian shield, it's a stuffed dog! Quickfire Challenge! Palate testing! Stefan and Jamie were paired, of course! They would have to try and identify as many ingredients in a sauce as they could, "Name That Tune" style. Jamie proclaimed she could name four ingredients, Stefan said he could name five, Jamie told him to name those ingredients, and he did, the cocky bastard. Ultimately, Hosea won.
Challenge! Cooking for Gail's bridal showers. Yeeks. She requested no veal or black beans, but other than that, she will put anything in her mouth. Jamie was paired with Ariane and Radhika, and Jamie suggested doing something Indian-inspired, to "borrow" from Radhika's culture. Of course, Radhika was worried the judges would think she can't cook anything but Indian food, even though every other time she's done Indian food, it's been her choice to cook it. Their "Something Borrowed" menu was Eastern-spiced lamb marinated in yogurt, vadduvan (Jamie's "secret ingredient") carrot puree, wilted kale, and cucumber raita.
Ariane didn't seem to time the cooking of the lamb right, and they feared it would be too rare at serving, but thanks to help from everyone on the kitchen they were able to let it cook a little longer, and plate everything in time. Gail and the guests seemed to love it. So did the judges, as their team was in the top two. Right before the winner was announced, it looked like Jamie whispered to Ariane "I want this win," and of course, Ariane was announced as the winner. Jamie was pouty, proclaimed EVERYONE figured she would win, and lamented she was once again a bridesmaid and not a bride. Well, at least that chef's jacket is nicer than most bridesmaid's dresses.



Speaking as someone who never watches "reality TV" I can say with absolute certainty that after seeing a few minutes of one episode of this bottom feeding dreck at a former friends house, we should ship every last one of these self-centered, fame seeking, vapid, douche bag participants to an island with a huge Coliseum where they can fight it out with all of the other douche bags from the other "reality TV" shows and allow them to all be the wonderfully awesome gladiators they think themselves to be.
Complete with hungry lions and jackals. And it should be hosted on some tiny Pacific island thousands of miles from the rest of humanity.
Then fight to the death on live television.
wow, take a chill pill - it is only a tv show - no need to get your panties in a wad. Some people find this show entertaining,if you don't, just don't watch it.