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September 3, 2001
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I can think of no valid reason why the studio audience oohs and aahs and claps and, in general, makes a collective ass of itself every time Emeril adds pepper or garlic or even onions to the dish he is preparing. Giving food taste is not a scandalous endeavour. If it were, it would be only slightly less scandalous should a sane person gain admittance to Emeril's audience and, having had quite enough of his horseshit, bludgeon the chef with a tenderizing mallet before sauteeing his curly-headed noggin in a sizzling hot black-iron skillet.
And speaking of black things, the Black Entertainment Television (BET) network is not. Entertaining, that is. It serves only to cause me despair.
© 2001 by the beastmaster