Tonight's episode was another one of those episodes that has you saying, "What the hell is wrong with you judges? Let me judge this damn thing 'cause the whole stinking lot of you are drunk on the Leah 'kool-aid!'"
A few weeks ago Ariane was booted because Leah decided to half ass her tying of the pork and then refused to take her fair share of blame for it. The following week, during the restaurant challenge, her cooking sucked d again, but she was saved once more, this time by italian boy's service. Last week she did alright, but whatever it was a week ago.
This week we found her in the bottom three with her butt buddy Hosea. But this was after the Quick Fire, where she quit because she didn't want to do it. When I was younger I was taught the example of little Timmy who had lost his dog. I learned that when your dog runs away you get up and find that damn dog. Leah did not watch Billy Madison.
In the elimination challenge her food sucked again. She failed to nail the sauce, she failed to nail the fish, but since she has yet to of nailed Hosea, the judges decided to say goodbye to Jamie.
Now Jaime ain't no angel. She complains as though complaining is an olympic sport she tryin to "michael phelps" in (she doesn't know the secret is in the weed). But this week her mess up was on three sticks of celery. She over salted them and then let the suckers dry out, so they became even saltier. Keep in mind though the focus of this challenge was to mimic your entree of seafood after one of Chef Eric Ripert's entrees.
To the viewer it seemed as though Leah was an outty but low and behold she remains an inny. Eff that b.s..
I will not be wearing my "I heart Padma" shirt tomorrow, but she could still get it. you know what i'm sayin.
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