I'm finally feeling 'normal' again after my whirlwind trip to New York for the 4th Annual Manischewitz Kosher Cook-off...here's the recap I promised you:
I arrived at the New Jersey airport and spotted my first guido within five minutes of landing. My town car driver, Bill, whisked me off for a 30-minute commute into the city that ended with him screaming profanities at another driver, a true New York experience. With 45 minutes to spare, I freshened up and met the other contestants at the Jewish Community Center on the Upper West Side. The place was enormous! I checked my cooking station for the correct utensils and food. Everything was fine, but when they presented me with the duck I was to use the next day, I was aghast: it had been completely trimmeof fat! The Manischewitz people apologized and promised to bring me whole ducks to carve up the next morning. We adjourned to dinner, which turned out to be a Kosher restaurant, Mike's Bistro. The ribeye steak was fantastic, but I found the mashed potatoes made with margarine a little disconcerting.
The next morning, I arrived early at the JCC to find legendary master chef Jacques Pepin wandering about. I met him, shook his hand, extended platitudes, etc. but was left a bit cold at his insincerity. The ducks were located and I was accompanied by a bearded, silent Rabbi down into the kosher kitchen to de-breast the duck, fat and all. He then wrapped the duck breasts in foil and sealed the whole package with 'kosher tape', printed in Hebrew. I wouldn't see it again until just before starting time, when he would unseal it for me.
Finally, it was time to get cooking. We'd have just an hour to fix the entire dish and plate it. I did just fine, finishing with 20 minutes to spare, entertaining people who visited my table. I was second in line to present my dish to the judges, here's what it looked like:
The plate under the bowl was too small to hold the bread slices and rosemary garnish, so I had to push it to one side, which is what the judges saw. They seemed to like it, and spectators who came over for a taste seemed to love it, but in the end it was someone else who took home the grand prize. I'll never know what place I came in, and that'll probably bug me for a long time!
The journey home was hellish to say the least, with a five hour flight delay and an additional hour sitting on the runway waiting for takeoff. However, Tyler Florence was on my flight, and I was able to snap a photo before scaring him off to the first class lounge:
He's in the grey sweater, glaring at me. Anyway, thanks to all of you who supported me in my journey!