A funny thing happened on the way to the end of this second episode: I started to actually like this show. Yeah I know, that was fast. Last week I poked fun at her "real girl" schtick, pointing out how "real" it is to have a second home in Malibu and a personal trainer. All the L.A. bullshit was still present in this one (this time we are at her home in Silverlake, with her model friend and her two shallow male buddies) but she actually taught me some things about cooking. She has also seemed to lose the fake BFF relationship she had with the camera, i.e. "us." She's like Jim Varney as Ernest, only blonde and in ownership of a black American Express card. This time the forced vivaciousness was toned down. She was, dare I say it, more real.
This week Haylie Duff went to a great burger place and then tried to replicate them back at her pad. For a gal who was trying to avoid a piece of pie last week, she sure dug in hard to what can only be described as her version of Paula Deen's infamous Ladies Brunch Burger. Imagine a hamburger with Thousand Island "secret sauce," bacon, a fried egg, and cheese.
The interesting part was the ketchup element; she made her own dehydrated "ketchup leather," like fruit leather. It's easy to do at home, then you cut out squares the size of your burger and add them. She kept tauting how awesome it was to not have a soggy ketchup burger (who cares?) but I was intrigued at the idea of ketchup with more intense flavor and a cool sci-fi look.
The two doofi (plural of doofus, natch) showed up and clammed up around her model pal, who said she was Finnish but looked more like Madame Butterfly or Koko from The Mikado.
Her makeup application rivaled that of Queen Elizabeth the First upon her death: A solid inch of foundation and eyebrows that looked like they were drawn on with an angry Sharpie. At least she dove into her burger so we know that she's not a model who starves herself.
I'm looking forward to next week's show! I'm slowly realizing that I really have never met a cooking show that I don't like, not a good sign for someone who makes their living reviewing TV. I'll have to work on that.