S1E8 of Milk Street TV was the absolute end of the line for me. At first I was encouraged to see Jose Andres making a guest appearance, from his home kitchen, to start the show. After providing a heartfelt account of his childhood -- and a very personal explanation about why certain dishes he grew up with had stayed with him all these years -- he cooked one of them: Sopa De Ajo. It was as simple as it could get and it was a really meaningful culinary moment.
The segment ended and up next we're in the dreaded studio (sans Mr. Andres, of course), where one of Kimball's underlings set out to re-make the dish . . . with some revisions. Wait, what the H?! I'm not really sure what the point of this exercise was because, naturally (for this show), it involved more ingredients and more steps than the very personal and austere version that Mr. Andres had already shared. So, since the Milk Street-ified version was clearly not easier to produce than the original, was the implication that it was superior?
A top-tier, world-class chef comes on your show, shares personal stories of his impoverished youth and demo's a dish born out of his family's history and hardship . . . and you immediately follow it up by trotting out some made-for-tv, hair-do cook to present a mucked up, bastardized version of the same dish?!
I'm not really sure what the intent was but on no level did presenting this "gussied up" appropriation of the dish make any sense. In fact, it was quite possibly the most unhelpful, unnecessary, self-indugent exercise I'd ever seen on a culinary show. And it was the quintessence of soullessness. On top of all that, it felt like a big F-U to Mr. Andres, too.
Sorry CK but Milk Steet is clearly a culinary dead-end.
=R=
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