Iron Chef Morimoto is judging Miss Universe

Iron Chef Morimoto is judging Miss Universe

In an interesting twist on food meets culture, Iron Chef Masaharu Morimoto, the person who introduced me to cooking competitions via Iron Chef Japan, who never fails to amaze and inspire me with gorgeous bites like this when I catch him on Iron Chef America, is taking all that global cred and eye for beauty and turning it to . . . women. Check this out:

A song about fruitcake

Here is a seasonal song to make you smile – a song about fruitcake by The Superions. Click through to have a listen!

Smack down and redemption: Top Chef Seattle Episode 2 Recap

Smack down and redemption: Top Chef Seattle Episode 2 Recap

The decisions you make are just as important as the dishes you make.

Thus spoke John Tesar, the self-proclaimed most hated chef in Dallas, at the beginning of Episode 2’s quickfire challenge as he made his first decision – partnering quickly with Kuniko Yagi. Keep on reading to find out more.

The Simpsons’ Food Blog Rap

Anyone who rhymes kimchee with confit and Colicchio with carpaccio gets extra points in my book.

I sat that as a thank you to the writers of The Simpsons for their episode “The Food Wife,” one right up my alley, with a guest appearance by Mario Batali (love!) as well as this very funny song, “The Food Blog Rap.” It’s a takeoff on Jay-Z and Alicia Keys’ Empire State of Mind, a song I do have on my iPod. Now I’ll have this one, too. Click through to watch the music video.

Who figured out a beaver’s behind tastes like raspberry?

Who figured out a beaver’s behind tastes like raspberry?

By now you may have heard, thanks to Jamie Oliver and Dr. Oz, that castoreum is a natural flavor behind some of the products we consume. I use the word “behind” literally, since castoreum is the product of a beaver’s anal glands. Castoreum is totally unique, chemically speaking, to the beaver – not to be confused with that stinky defensive spray that comes from a skunk’s anal glands, or reason dogs walk in circles sniffing each other’s rear ends. Same place, different thing. Urban myth or no?