Join me in welcoming the “Mad Foodie” to phillygrrl.com. He’s a foodie. He’s mad. That pretty much sums it up.
Let me lead this off with a brief aside: I’m a pretty angry person. About a lot of things. I don’t like the vast majority of people I see, and the rest of them have to be pretty darn awesome to fall into my good graces (you’re all reading this, so you’re OK). But there’s one person, above all others, that deserves not only my hatred, but, as far as I’m concerned, the hatred of all of humanity.
…is Bobby Flay.
I love cooking. I love food. I love to eat food that I cook. I love to eat food that other people cook. Hell, sometimes I even like to clean up the dishes afterwords. Because of this love of cooking, I idolize many so-called “celebrity chefs”: Gordon Ramsay, Anthony Bourdain, and Emeril Lagasse, just to name a few. But I have found no other chef more deserving of a slow, painful death than Bobby Flay. Continue reading