MasterChef

I don't have a whole lot to say about this week's episode. I wasn't surprised by any of the eliminations; Slim and Tracy were obviously on borrowed time--time they didn't manage well--and frankly, after last week's burger competition and "I don't want to let you down!" noise, it really seemed like Jake had just stopped putting everything into the competition. I don't know if I'm misjudging him or not, but his suddenly ultra-laid back attitude started to come across this week as just not caring much anymore. He didn't even seem that fazed to be knocked off the show.

Okay, Joe Bastianich, your mommy is Italian, we get it. Stop Alex Trebek-ing the place up. And he had another drama queen diva moment when he threw Slim's dish in the garbage. It just never comes across as anything but bitchy.

I think Whitney's time is almost up now. They've given her every chance in the world to prove herself, and I think they'd love for America's MasterChef to be this child prodigy, but her inexperience is hampering her at nearly every turn.

Last night, Becca cooked those truckstop burgers I was coveting. They're in the MasterChef cookbook. The barbecue sauce is impeccable. I can't imagine eating a better burger than this one, honestly. And it's so tender and soft. No wonder the grill was destroying those things with bleu cheese inside; it's a very soft burger that would be easy to get wrong. But it's so, so, soooo good. I wish I was eating them right now.

This is the best thing the show's given me.