This is my confession: I’m really sad and kind of embarrassed that I have yet to view Iron Chef America Super Chef White House Battle to the Death Edition. I plan to remedy this tonight. Both camps brought their A team, and obviously, all of these pros are perfectly seasoned. I have high expectations, among them Alton Brown finally revealing his true nature as Dr. Bunsen Honeydew. Secret Ingredient? I’m guessing whatever it is gets strained through Mario Batali’s Crocs.
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