Death, pie and divas

I’m a lazy TV viewer. I don’t really have much in the way of appointment programming, and why should I when I can turn on the TV at any hour of the day and find an episode from the Law and Order franchise? But I have fallen hard for Pushing Daisies (ABC). Given that it’s like a live-action fusion of The Kurosagi Corpse Delivery Service and Antique Bakery, how could I not? Here are ten reasons I love it:

1. The structure. Like many of my favorite manga series, the show has a strong premise (a guy can raise the dead briefly without consequence, or permanently if he’s willing to allow something else to die in the resurrected creature’s stead), a predominantly episodic format, and enough strong subplots to round out the hour.

2. The dialogue. “Just because I keep a bottle of vodka in my freezer doesn’t mean I have to drink it. Oh, wait… Yes, it does.”

3. The setting. There should be more entertainments set in pie shops. When things like pears in a gruyere crust can come up organically in conversation, I am happy.

4. The premise. They deal with dead people. I have no resistance to this.

5. The ensemble. Not only is each member of the cast solid in his or her own right, they have terrific chemistry, no matter how you mix and match them. The writers manage to juggle everyone’s subplots well too, so you get a good dose of everyone in each episode.

6. The look. Everything is as color-saturated and artificial as a splashy movie musical from back in the day, and it’s really comforting to me. Also, I feel strangely flattered that they spent so much money on design instead of just taking a camcorder into some PA’s aunt’s apartment.

7. The narration. Oh, Jim Dale… I thought I would be reduced to obsessively replaying my Harry Potter audio books if I wanted to enjoy your gentle, witty readings. I’ll still do that anyways, but you’re pitch-perfect once again.

8. The tone. There’s an overall sunniness to things that’s appealing, but it might become too much if there weren’t darker undercurrents. There’s balance, which is always appreciated.

9. It feels like a musical. Beyond having major Broadway talent like Kristin Chenoweth and Ellen (Little Shop of Horrors) Greene, the show feels like it could burst into song at any moment. I’m glad it doesn’t, but I love that vibe. (And I really love that it had a quick scene of Chenoweth and Greene belting out “Birdhouse in Your Soul” as they drove along in a paneled station wagon. Get out of my head, show!)

10. Chenoweth: I know I sound like the most stereotypical Broadway-loving homosexual in the world, but she is just peerlessly fabulous, partly because I find her a little frightening. Her performances always combine manic energy and unpredictable comedy with this kind of spooky precision that gives everything more force without making it seem artificial. She’s impossible, in other words, and I’m so glad she finally has a TV role that’s worthy of her.

Death by chocolate

While I really enjoyed this season of Top Chef, I have to take issue with the choice of winner.

Spoilers after the jump.

It’s not because Hung is obnoxious. He’s clearly talented and enthusiastic and he’s got amazing skills. It’s just that, if one of your dishes for the final competition is a molten chocolate cake, which looks like something you can order at any Applebees, you should take a serious, serious hit in evaluation from the judges.

I think a failed dish that shows imagination and ambition should be ranked significantly higher than an only slightly higher-end version of something that any home cook in America can make in about 10 minutes of prep time. (I love making them because they’re impressive, the ingredients are cheap and fairly common pantry staples, and they’re really, really easy.)

But Tom Colicchio was just determined that Hung would win, as he has been since practically the beginning. It’s not a horrible miscarriage of reality show justice, because I do think Hung and Dale were pretty much neck and neck, but seriously… molten chocolate cake… total disqualifier, in my opinion.

In other chocolate news, this development doesn’t surprise me at all. I hate white chocolate.

Elk's run

I’m really pleased with this season of Top Chef. Maybe it’s partly due to the fact that last season was such a parade of personality disorders with little or no content that focused on cuisine, but there’s a much better balance this year. People still get to be obnoxious and dysfunctional, but rarely at the expense of what they’re cooking. More often than not, obnoxiousness actually results in a contestant’s downfall, as opposed to carrying them to the finale.

Speaking of the finale, spoilers after the cut:

I’m pretty pleased with the final three contestants. The weird thing is that I would have been happy with just about any combination of the final six. (Okay, any trio of contestants after the departure of Howie, who annoyed me by opting out almost as often as he competed.)

Hung is an egotistical dork, but at least he’s got significant culinary skills to partially justify his demeanor. He can cook, and he seems young, so a certain amount of hubris is to be expected.

I don’t really have strong feelings about Casey one way or the other, though I will say that I would eat just about everything she’s cooked. Her flavor combinations and preparations always sound tempting, she works hard, and she’s unfailingly collegial to her fellow competitors.

I’m shamelessly partial to Big Gay Dale, though. As with Casey, his dishes always sound good to me, and I think he’s generally funny and adorable without being caustic or unkind. (Or crying all the time, like season one’s Big Gay Dave.)

So, I won’t be too unhappy no matter who wins. That’s always fun.

Clicking

I had a very sedentary weekend, which was nice… sort of vaguely moving between reading things, watching things on TV, and downloading free game trials. The only thing that could have improved it would have been a bowl of Cap’n Crunch or a box of Pop-Tarts (from the frosted, “fruit” category).

I almost never buy DVDs, preferring to throw my money away on comics, but I couldn’t pass up a copy of the first season collection of The Venture Brothers. (There was a DVD sale at the comic shop.) I’ve seen a couple of episodes on The Cartoon Network and found them hilarious, and this seemed like the easiest way to have them constantly at my disposal. (Because you never know what’s going to happen with CN’s schedule, except that you can pretty much always catch an episode of Naruto. Or some really terrible low-fi cartoon that looks like it cost a dollar to produce because hey, if it worked for South Park, why not try it without any good writing?) I think the show would be hilarious even if you didn’t have precisely the repository of pop culture memories that it satirizes, and since I have them, it doesn’t matter.

Whenever I’m surfing, I usually find some horrible live-action ‘tween comedy on The Disney Channel, but they were having a Kim Possible marathon on Saturday, so I alternated between that and The Venture Brothers. It was a surprisingly fluid fit. I don’t think I’d rush out to buy the DVD, but it’s funny and energetic and it’s got a naked mole rat in the cast. There’s no down side.

My idiot box marathon ended painfully Saturday night with a viewing of High School Musical II. It’s nice to see that my tastes aren’t entirely juvenile, but OW! OW OW OW OW! It was all kinds of painful, but nothing was as unnerving as the Manson lamps of the lead guy, Zac Efron. He always looked like he was contemplating his next crime, even if he was singing happy pop songs. He scared me.

Bites

I’m still not watching this season of Top Chef with any regularity; I catch re-runs or marathons when nothing else is on, but it isn’t “destination television.” But I did see that interview show, and it’s left me with a couple of questions.

1. Tom Colicchio has become an icon among the bear community? Seriously? For shame, bear community. Dude has a soul patch.

2. Was that Padma Lakshmi fashion fanservice sequence really necessary?

3. Rocco DiSpirito is a guest judge? Is he going to offer people advice on how not to be a celebrity chef? Did they actually see The Restaurant? (At least he seems to have washed his hair.)

Bad aftertaste

I don’t make a point of watching it, but every time I see a bit of an episode of The Next Food Network Star, I become depressed. It’s such a celebration of camera friendliness over anything resembling a culinary sensibility, and it symbolizes everything that bothers me about the network’s recent programming trends. Just give me one half-hour with a serious cook who will actually talk about culinary techniques and food and not try so hard to charm me.

As for the third season of Top Chef, I’m just not engaged. The second season seemed like a particularly unpleasant year on The Real World, so maybe I’m gun shy. The contestants aren’t as obnoxious as they were last year, but I just can’t get into it. Maybe it’s the Miami setting. It seems too trendy.

Okay, ending on a more positive note, I’ve had really good luck with Giada De Laurentiis’s dessert recipes. I like these cheesecake squares a lot and have made them twice. They’re good with the limoncello, but they work nicely with lemon juice if you don’t have that particular liqueur on hand and don’t feel like buying a bottle. (I used up the last of the bottle we had the first time I made them and didn’t expect to be able to find it at any of the local liquor stores, so I improvised. Limoncello is yummy, though, especially during the summer.) I’ve never used biscotti for the crust, as I didn’t have any in the house either time, but vanilla wafers work well, and ginger cookies work even better. It sounds kind of weird, but the flavor really blends well with the lemony cheesecake.

The limoncello results in a creamier consistency, and the plain juice makes them cakier, so it might just depend on how you prefer your cheesecake. I like it both ways, so I found them equally good. Don’t be alarmed if the batter looks like it’s curdling after you add the juice, though. It comes out fine.

You're standing on my neck

I love manga, but I’m just not that much of a fan of anime. There are a couple of series that I’ve really enjoyed, but animated versions of manga tend to leave me cold, for whatever reason.

That’s not to say I don’t love cartoons, though, and TZG2.0’s Myk gave me the opportunity to blather on about one of my all-time favorites, Daria, in a guest entry. I never would have thought one of the shows I can watch over and over and over again, animated or otherwise, would be A. originally aired by MTV or B. a spin-off of Beavis and Butthead, but I guess life is strange like that.

Room for improvement

Top Design is over, and I’m glad. Glad, I say! Like the second season of Top Chef, the show erred in favor of contestant drama over illustrating the creative process. While the first-season designers weren’t as loathsome as the second-season chefs, they weren’t even able to generate sufficient drama to compensate for the lack of design insight.

There were some minor compensations. While their judging criteria generally didn’t make much sense, I often loved the casual cruelty of Kelly Wearstler and Margaret Russell. (“I felt like I had walked into an assisted living facility.”) Jonathan Adler’s tag line, “See you later, decorator,” was deeply grating, but it did open the door for all kinds of variations on, “After a while, ____phile.” And Wearstler’s wardrobe was so clinically insane that she almost had to have been styled by Jeffrey Sebelia.

My mental jury is still out on Shear Genius, though any show that seriously considers Meg Ryan’s shag haircut an enduring professional legacy can’t be all bad.

But seriously, when is someone going to produce Top Mangaka?

Life and thymes

After seeing Food Network’s Chefography on Sandra Lee, I feel like she’s been placed squarely off limits for ridicule or criticism. As Thelma Ritter’s Birdie said in All About Eve, “What a story! Everything but the bloodhounds snappin’ at her rear end.” (Great. Now I’m hearing Bette Davis’s Margo issuing her rejoinder about third-rate vaudevillians.)

Last night’s look at Nigella Lawson only confirmed my opinion that she’s an international treasure. I’m a little puzzled about the vintage of episodes of her show that airs on Sundays. The bio seemed to indicate that she was producing new episodes for Food Network, but I’d be willing to swear that they’d aired previously on a different network. Maybe she’s repurposed some recipes and menus from old shows and used measurements familiar to U.S. audiences (cups instead of grams and the like) instead of starting from… well… scratch. I don’t really care, because I love her and would happily watch her make instant oatmeal in the microwave.

I’d love to see a Chefography on Alton Brown, who is probably the only Food Network male I want to know more about. (I already feel like I know too much about Emeril Lagasse and Mario Batali, and the less I know about Bobby Flay, the better.)

Anyway, there’s a Chefography marathon on Sunday, though Food Network’s web site is so difficult to navigate and slow to load that I can’t be bothered to find out who’s on the schedule.

Mayo clinic

From time to time, I’ve wondered what the food desk at The New York Times thinks of the celebrity chefs of The Food Network.

Mario Batali could probably open a hot dog stand and get at least two stars, but he seems to have moved out of the network’s harsher glare. I don’t know if they’re still producing new episodes of Molto Mario or not, though he is an Iron Chef. Nigella Lawson used to contribute a delightful column to the Times food pages, and her relationship to the network seems limited to rebroadcasts of her charming BBC programs. (I can’t see her taking a gig as a guest judge on Food Network Showdown: Puddings!)

The Times takes the occasion of the imminent publication of Paula Deen’s autobiography to fry her up in a stick of butter. (Free registration may be required.)

“‘Now I’m done fightin’ and I’m done hidin’,’ she said last week, gazing raptly into a mound of ham salad as if it might contain an offer to be a guest host on ‘The View.’”

The whole article is characterized by bemused, horrified admiration. If you’ve seen Deen flailing her grandchild at you from the cover of her lifestyle magazine, you can’t help but sympathize with writer Julia Moskin’s perspective.

And Deen isn’t the only target of Moskin’s questionably affectionate contempt:

“Rachael Ray, who is hardly known for hermit-like tendencies, conducted her 2005 wedding off-camera; not so Ms. Deen, who married for the second time in 2004 with a Food Network crew filming every moment from bridal shower to prenuptial spray tan.”

“Like her Food Network colleague Sandra Lee, Ms. Deen is an unabashed fan of cake mix and instant pudding.”

I admit to liking Deen initially, before The Food Network machine decided that, if a little Paula was good, a lot of Paula was better. But she has become the queen of the over-share, going so far beyond merely communicating a culinary technique that it’s hard to remember anything she’s actually cooked.

At the same time, Deen seems like the celebrity chef least likely to be bothered by this kind of derision. Heck, she could probably make a special out of it.