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Biscuits and The Bachelor

Bad reality television is one of my guiltiest pleasures.  Yes, I distinguish between “good” and “bad” reality television, the litmus test being: would I freely admit to an acquaintance that I watch said reality show? Under the category “good,” I would file Project Runway, Iron Chef, Amazing Race.  As for the “bad,” I’d go with America’s Next Top Model, The Hills (does it qualify as reality anymore?), and The Next Pussycat Doll (yes, I actually watched the first season).  Thank GOD I don’t have cable, because I’d probably end up watching the super-bad reality tv shows, like Flavor of Love, Rock of Love, and The Housewives of [insert city here].

Anyway, under the bad category is The Bachelor.  Very simply, it’s a dating show with one guy who dates 25 women and, over the course of 6 short weeks, must choose and propose to one of the lucky ladies.  A lot of women watch it because they believe in true love and want to watch a love story in the making, yada yada yada.  I watch it because it’s schmaltzy, predictable, and full of normal-on-the-outside but seriously disturbed-on-the-inside characters.  Who in their right mind really thinks they will meet and marry someone they meet on national tv?  Also!  People “falling in love” often say and do the most ridiculous and laughable things.  So, for me, The Bachelor is really like staring at a car wreck.

Thanks to the power of the internet and facebook, I found out that I didn’t have to secretly watch The Bachelor all by my lonesome, because my friends Skinny Bone Jones and M also watched The Bachelor!  We could point and snark together!  Hooray!

When the season finale rolled around, SBJ offered to cook a big fancy meal and I gladly accepted. The menu: country fried steak, buttermilk biscuits, mashed potatoes + gravy.

Stirring up some trouble in a fancy dress.

Stirring up some trouble in a fancy dress.

Hot biscuits!

Hot biscuits!

The spread.

The spread.

My plate.  Mmmm, good!

My plate. Mmmm, good!

For dessert, I wanted to get strawberry shortcake to go with the Southern cooking theme.  The places I wanted to go to (Crixa bakery, Bake Sale Betty) were closed on Monday nights.  So I headed over to Andronico’s, which makes a strawberry/cream cake that rivals the best strawberry shortcakes I’ve ever eaten.  I’m a huge fan of the airy whipped cream paired with spongey cake.  And it’s reasonably priced too!


Strawberry cake from Andronico's -- so good! I was so happy when SBJ "made" me take home a slice.

Of course, besides dinner, there was the main event: the finale of The Bachelor.  This season was super dramatic because the Bachelor, Jason Mesnick, proposed to Melissa during the season finale, only to dump her during the “After the Final Rose” show, which was taped 6 weeks after the finale.  THEN, he asked Molly, the girl he dumped before picking Melissa, to get back together with him.  And guess what she said?  Yes.  Of course she did.

The Bachelor, Jason Resnick, being grilled, as it were.

The Bachelor, Jason Mesnick, being grilled, as it were.

It was funny to read the reactions after the show, because I expected to see, “Jason’s such a jerk! How could he do that?”   Instead, I saw that a lot of women were mad at ABC for “manipulating them” by orchestrating the drama.  Are these women really that naive, to think this show is real?  Well, regardless, dinner was fantastic and I’m glad I was able to share my guilt pleasure with a couple of friends. Thanks ladies!