OK. She’s supposed to be able to whip up a nutritious meal in 30 minutes, BUT…
What happens in those long commercial breaks? Methinks there is some alteration to the space-time continuum going on. Take this afternoon’s show, for example. Rachel is supposed to be whipping up something called Chicken Mug Pie, a variation on pot pie that is served in a large mug with some kind of biscuit on top. First off, she tosses raw chunked chicken into a pot, goes away for a commercial break, and, voila! The chicken is nice and browned in less than it takes time to learn how to get a home equity loan, remedy erectile dysfuntion, and find bargains at the local Sears. Toward the end of the show, she tosses in some veggies, some potatoes, and some flour, which is supposed to reduce. Again, another commercial break, and meal is miraculously completed. 30 minutes my eye. Sweet revenge occurs as Rachel forgets about Archimedes and sloshes soup over the edge of her mug as she presses the bisuit downward. I guess she needs Alton Brown to teach her a thing or two about physics.
While I’m ragging on Rachel, she is a HORRENDOUS tipper. The entire concept of her “$40 a Day” is ridiculous. However, the only way she achieves this is by stiffing her wait staff.