Dazed and confused? Not me. I’m just Lost in the Cheese Aisle.

Sunday, September 25, 2011


The Chairman stood at the dais in Kitchen Stadium, a half-eaten chunk of halvah in his hand.

Soon it would be time to announce the Secret Ingredient, the essential component of both the challenger’s and the Iron Chef’s dishes. Each would have one hour to create a series of culinary masterpieces, after which the panel of judges would decide whose cuisine had reigned supreme.

Iron Chef Japan had run its course; Iron Chef America was on its last legs. But this would be the Chairman’s greatest creation: Iron Chef Jewish.

With a shout, Battle Chicken Schmaltz was underway: Geh Cook’n!