Cooking Persuasive Speech

The population of Texas is creeping real close to the 25 million mark which means there must be at least several million different ways to cook the everywhere deplored (except for Texas) prime cut of beef--the brisket. Even as others have taken pen in hand to add their individual twists about cooking brisket, here is my humble addition to the pile of ideas. One can purchase a store trimmed or packer trimmed brisket. Most of us natives prefer the packer trimmed variety, and as will become a apparent in just a moment, my way of cooking requires the packer trimmed piece. In the kitchen, while my barbeque grill is heating up, I melt a stick of butter in a saucepan, adding about a tablespoon each of vinegar, lemon juice, and Worstershire Sauce.

This last television season I kind of dropped out of the rat race. I lost interest in Survivor, I gave up on Gilmore Girls, I failed to latch on to any new shows, and I just got bored and ended up downloading shows of yesteryear (seven seasons of Buffy in 6 weeks, anyone?). If you can 't get excited about the fall lineup, you 've pretty much lost interest in television, right? No. Hell 's Kitchen is back, party people. I 'm not much of a cook. I am a mediocre cook, at best. I don 't particularly enjoy cooking, and I don 't watch cooking shows or read cooking magazines. If you write recipe articles, I 've probably never read them. So why do I watch Hell 's Kitchen? Why do any of us watch reality television? Schadenfreude. Pleasure derived from the misfortune of others. In this case: laughing at those poor bastards driven to tears by the magnificently evil Chef Gordon Ramsay. The previews thus far have promised buckets of tears and at least as much edited cursing as the previous two seasons. Chef Ramsay %$ ! curses so much that half of the %$ ! dialogue is lost in %$ ! bleeps. It 's a %$ ! beautiful thing. The premise of the show, at its core, is not so different from other reality shows: Twelve wannabe chefs come to "Hell 's Kitchen" to compete for a position as head chef of one of Ramsay 's award-winning kitchens. Actually, they get to be head chef of a brand new restaurant. The poor schlubs that apply for a chance to participate come from all walks of life: some are retired stockbrokers who decided that since they 're so awesome at everything that they would make an awesome chef, too; some worked in a prison cafeteria; some were salad chefs, for the love of frickin ' god. All of them think that they have a shot to be a head chef at a five star restaurant. Every week one of them gets tossed off the show. Contestants start with the backstabbing and bitchery. Hilarity ensues. See, Chef Ramsay is no Jeff Whatsisface from Survivor. He 's not even a catty