It went well, but let me tell you, having me and Dan both trying to cook ridiculous things in our two-dimensional kitchen is TOUGH. We used pretty much all the dishes in the house and I had to use a big multi-gallon pot intended for beer brewing in order to simmer the like 6 cups of broth I needed, and then whenever I needed to tip the giant pot to scoop up some more broth for the rice, I had to rearrange everything on the stove, which was only half-on the burners anyway, and risk setting my sleeve on fire. I survived, however, and my only real complaint was that the vegetable broth I subbed in for chicken (thinking there might be a vegetarian eating, which it turned out there wasn’t) turned the rice a Kraft shade of orange which I found off-putting.
Now that I’ve seen the whole finale instead of just knowing who won, I have the right to complain. 1) Can’t believe that Casey was the cause of Carla’s downfall. Casey continues to be the worst, seasons down the line. 2) Stefan is so not an asshole, no matter what you think. Just look how nice he was to Carla. 3) Hosea continues to be almost the worst, even though that venison looked a.maz.ing.
Now, for a chill afternoon involving yoga and Buffy the Vampire Slayer and catching up on the New Yorker. Hurray for the end of February. This month has been insane.