My dear Ms. Chu,
Late at night, sitting in a hotel room in the northeast suburbs of Detroit last weekend, I was flipping through the channels when I remembered that the Food Network was part of the in-house cable system. On the off chance that I might catch the Iron Chef installment on which you were a judge, I surfed ahead until I heard Alton Brown’s familiar voice and waited to get some clue as to the secret ingredient. Within seconds a plate of zucchini popped up on the screen and I knew that providence had sent me the right episode.
I missed most of the show but had luckily picked it up just before the break leading to the judging. As I had more interest in seeing you and hearing your comments than watching the actual preparation, I had no regrets. I’d been reading what others had written here and knew that there was going to be a moment of comeuppance for Michael Ruhlman, but had no idea when it would occur nor the power of the occasion.
It came fairly early in the judging process; I think it might have actually been with the very first dish. Ruhlman, sitting there haughty and overconfident, states that zucchini has no inherent flavor of its own. Karine Bakhoum made her point in defense of the humble green squash. Then he turned to you, thinking you might be the weaker opponent, repeating his assertion that the zucchini is an unworthy ingredient, and there it was, your exquisitely timed response, First the pause, then that withering look of disdain, then those three simple words, “Yes, it does,” in
that tone of voice that said “Hush you rude little boy; the grownups are talking now.”
My blood ran cold at the sound, and then I burst into hysterics as Ruhlman and his dreamy hair crawled back into their protective emotional shell. None of it should have been a surprise. After all, you cut your argumentative teeth right here on LTH. You could have handled Michael Ruhlman’s outburst with your tongue tied behind your back. It was quite a moment; well worth missing twenty minutes in the middle of “Blood Diamond” over on HBO.
Louisa, after watching your performance on Iron Chef, not that we ever would, but I can tell you that I will never argue with you on any topic. You could tell me that grits ain't groceries, eggs ain't poultry, and Mona Lisa was a man and I would just nod my head in dumb agreement for fear of getting “The Look”.
Congratulations on a job well done. I hope the producers at Iron Chef invite you back for many more appearances. Maybe next time you’ll get to judge a better ingredient than zucchini. I mean c’mon, zucchini? Does that stuff taste like anything at all?
Buddy