Like little baby chickens.
Now I feel bad.
See how we are?
See how we are?
Hiro kills me. His French fries are limp. He deep fried them only one time.
Mine are deep fried three times.
How's that for American fanatic obsession? Huh?
Hiro lists and discusses his ingredients all put out in a row. Then at last he says simply, "curry."
I blow a raspberry. As you do.
That is exactly the same thing as saying, "mixture." So I am left with nothing. Nondescript, something mixture. We see brown. We guess turmeric and brown things, cumin, coriander, just go down all the brown powders, cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice, Indian things, fenugreek, Asian things, ginger, garlic, mustard seed, tamarind. But no. Just, "mixture." Boo. Hiss.
So that's just me thinking it as the video plays.
Then within the video they return exactly to this precise spot. "What kind of curry?"
Hiro answers embarrassed, "just something at the grocery store."
Worst answer possible. He knows that we all know he has only a blowoff answer. It is the key to the whole thing. That being a bit lame to begin with. So the whole thing then is rather bogus. We all know this already, confirmed by the simplistically broad silly blowoff answer, "curry." Boo.
I already said boo at the beginning and now I am really saying boo. Also his French fries are terrible. What's wrong? This whole thing is wrong. Even the curry is mishandled. Chefs know better than this. The man's heart is not in this, I tell you, it's something his announcer friend dragged him into. This is not Hiro's idea.
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