"Tomorrow, I will deal with nine finger."

Yes, small band of readers, this is the most appallingly late entry to my Top Chef recaps. I truly am without a decent excuse, other than the fact that Leah saps all creative energy and inspiration from me, so I have not even felt particularly motivated to pen (type, rather) a breakdown of her demise.

I’m slightly ashamed to admit that episodes in which the vast majority of food prepared is quite good do not exactly make for great entertainment. As a lover of food AND cookbooks, it was nice to see such bastions of the culinary world as Jacques Pepin and Lidia Bastianich, but without a real disaster (or at least a potential disaster) on our hands, the episode was kind of a snooze-fest.

While Hosea, Fabio, and Stefan bathe in the light of a glorious New York summer morning, they discussed Jamie’s departure. Stefan is, of course, heartbroken. Inside, Leah makes her bed apathetically and shares with the world that she failed out of college only to determine culinary school was a better route. Really haven’t displayed much culinary prowess in the past few episodes here, Leah! What will you try next? Perhaps you can get a few modeling tips from Carla, former model turned caterer turned miracle of longevity on Top Chef?

I shouldn’t criticize Carla-as I mentioned in my last recap, I’m growing quite appreciative of her. She is refreshingly level-headed and upbeat, without being over the top. Well, I guess a little bit over the top. Hootie!

Oh no! It’s Wylie Dufresne in the Top Chef kitchen! Culinary innovator! Wonder of molecular gastronomy! What WILL the quickfire be? Vegetable foams? Green tomater-tots? Cocoa packets? Pizza pebbles? (Those last few were extracted from the wd-50 menu-Wylie has some crazy ideas!)

Actually, Wylie is obsessed with eggs, according to Padma, so the chef’s deceptively simple-sounding task for the quickfire is to create something with eggs that will “surprise and delight” him. Breakfast is his fave meal of the day. Thus, I’m extremely alarmed with my beloved Fabio immediately decides to fill an eggshell with lychee soup. He’s also the only chef who attempts to employ molecular gastronomy-a risky move to pull with a professional.

Hosea decides to put a Japanese twist on his eggs. Leah says something about molecular gastronomy, but it was hard to hear in such a bored tone. Stefan, ever sure of himself, is making what actually sounds quite interesting: an actual, perfectly cooked poached egg next to a dessert that will resemble a poached egg when sliced into. Carla is making green eggs and ham. Fabio is running “like flash” through the kitchen as he works on his many components. I am dubious.




As it turns out, Wylie likes simple dishes, and Carla’s creative, yet simple take on Dr. Seuss gave her the victory. He also enjoyed Stefan’s dish, but the rest of the chefs fell short of egg cookery expectations. Fabio is NOT happy about being on the bottom, especially since he used his own packet of alginate (whatever that is), and Hosea seethes with jealousy of Stefan, the only feeling he knows ever since he explored the waters with Leah. Leah has no response.



Padma then informs the chefs that for the elimination challenge, they would have to draw knives. Right out of the box, Fabio draws Lidia Bastianich, the “queen of Italian cooking in this country.” How ironic. Hosea draws Susan Ungaro, president of the James Beard Foundation, Stefan picks Marcus Samuelsson, Scandinavian chef extraordinaire, Leah selects Wylie himself, and Carla ends up with Jacques Pepin. He needs even less of an explanation than my beloved Eric Ripert. Padma repeats, for what feels like the millionth time, that this is the last challenge in New York. Appropriately, the chefs will be cooking what each of the culinary celebrities would choose as their last meal:


Jacques Pepin: roast squab with fresh peas
Susan Ungaro: shrimp scampi with tomatoes Provencale
Marcus Samuelsson: roasted salmon and spinach
Wylie Dufresne: eggs benedict
Lidia Bastianich: roast chicken with roasted potatoes and a leafy salad

Carla’s bonus advantage is the opportunity to switch with any of the other chefs. However, she is NOT “giving up Jacques!” She’s thrilled by the chance to cook for him, plus she feels that they are kindred spirits because of their shared affinity for peas.

Is that Harold I see on the commercial break? My fave from Season 1? At his restaurant on the very street upon which I used to reside? Yes, it is Harold Dieterle, Season 1 winner, at his restaurant Perilla, located at 9 Jones Street (I lived at 10 Jones Street! Why, oh why, did I have to move away before Harold wisely used his prize to open a good restaurant in that perfect little spot?!) giving the chefs good food and advice. The only contribution Leah can make to the conversation is how the competition is so much harder than she thought it would be. And I used to like this woman?

Shopping is uneventful, though I continue to inwardly stress about how one manages to find all the right ingredients in such a short time, with camera crews following you every second and a strange bald Finnish man yelling about European butter in the background.

The chefs head to Capitale to begin their two-hour preparation. Carla is sticking with simple, once more, while Leah thinks she should veer just a bit from the traditional. If only she had any idea at all of what Wylie’s own eggs benedict looks like:



Hosea decides to double the butter in his scampi, which alarms me right away. Shrimp scampi has two main components: butter and GARLIC. You need lots of that, Hosea! Do not cut down on the garlic! Do not play with the food! Do not put your “own spin” on the dish!

I am wondering about Fabio’s approach when suddenly, there is a loud crash, the sound of glass breaking, and muttered Italian curses. Alas! Fabio has literally broken his finger! It crack! How will he manage to prepare a perfectly roasted chicken for Lidia, his own personal culinary goddess? Yes, that is the Fabio I know and love. Completely unfazed by the accident. Refuses to go to the hospital. Struggles to peel his potatoes. Bless his heart.




The panel of celebrities and judges is bathed in a glowing white aura, as though they’re already in heaven. Leah, unfortunately, has to go first. Her eggs look great to me, but they are not wholly successful, although there was no egregious error made. It was more a matter of personal preference (Wylie thought the white was runny, Toby likes it that way, blah blah blah). Stefan then trooped out a roasted salmon that was so obviously overcooked I was slightly embarrassed for him. The entire panel felt the same way, particularly Lidia Bastianich. Hosea’s dish was a decent balance between creativity and tradition-I KNEW he should have kept the garlicky presence! Fabio’s roasted chicken is divine, though his salad resembles airport food-what a terrible criticism! It looked like he hid his injured hand, which I admired-no pity votes for him! Lidia loved it-does anything else matter? Carla feared her squab would be overcooked, but the panel loved it, and her peas were universally praised. By the way, Jacques Pepin was nothing short of lovely. I’m writing this recap and searching for used copies of his books on Amazon at the same time.

Not surprisingly, Stefan, Leah, and Hosea received the lowest marks of the evening. It wasn’t an easy decision, but ultimately, Leah was sent packing, losing her opportunity to cook in the quarterfinals in New Orleans. I was in something of a quandary because of this decision. On the one hand, Leah has been an absolute disappointment in the past few episodes. She has lost all motivation and interest in the competition, and it’s rather soul-killing just to see her talking head interviews. Sending her home is certainly justifiable. What does bother me, however, is that I felt that in this particular instance, the judges allowed prior performance to affect their decision. Stefan is undoubtedly the best remaining chef, both technically and creatively, but a key aspect of the Top Chef competition is that the chefs are judged on the one performance. In this performance, Stefan made an extremely elementary mistake, one that simply should not be made by a Top Chef. Even a fairly inexperienced home chef would have seen that the salmon was completely overcooked. Personally, I’d rather watch Stefan, with all his arrogance and swagger, than have to spend one more minute watching mopey Leah. It’s just frustrating that this happens to be the one instance the judges dodged the rule. Imagine if Antonia (Season 4) and Tre (Season 3) had been given one more chance! Both of those eliminations were shocking, and we had to deal with undeserving candidates instead of being able to watch truly talented chefs.



I am still excited about the finale, and I’m glad for Carla’s presence. Here’s hoping for an Italian victory in the end! Fabio won the elimination challenge, by the way...

Academy Award-worthy?

Most definitely.

While I was watching Rachel Getting Married, I found myself becoming increasingly irritated with one or both of the leads, Kym (Anne Hathaway) and Rachel (Rosemarie DeWitt). On on the one hand, I found Kym incredibly annoying and self-centered at times, while Rachel appeared callous and self-absorbed. Much like my reading of The Hotel New Hampshire, however, I realized that this movie is indeed quite good, if for no other reason than its effort to portray real life and the constant challenges to an authentic family dynamic. We've all got some sort of issue hindering us, but at the end of the day, we can't choose our family. While I still hope that Kate Winslet proves victorious on Oscar day, I wouldn't mind at all if Anne Hathaway was recognized for this poignant, "playing-against-type" performance.

Chile Relleno Casserole

As some of you may know, a chile relleno is a classic Mexican dish. It it literally translated as "stuffed pepper", and the most common versions found in the United States are usually a Tex-Mex variant-a poblano pepper stuffed with cheese and/or meat and lightly fried in an egg batter. My family has taken this bit of deliciousness and translated it into a casserole. Well, actually, we have used "Seasoned with Sun", an El Paso Junior League cookbook, to make our own version of chile relleno casserole. It is EXTREMELY satisfying, especially on a rainy winter's eve. I grew up eating this dish, and I have actually only ordered chiles rellenos in restaurants once or twice. I prefer my mother's casserole.

My pictures do not exactly sell the dish, but I guarantee that you'll be pleased, so long as you enjoy Mexican food. It's very simple, and it can be made with what you have on hand easily-the beef is optional. It's also very amenable to halving and doubling. I used an 8 x 8 dish to make the full recipe, so a 9 x 13 would be good for a doubled version. I also used extra green chiles, because we like it spicy!

I like to serve Monterey Rice on the side, even though that makes the meal pretty heavy on the dairy factor. We had fresh guacamole instead, last week. Not a bad exchange.

Enjoy!

Chile Relleno Casserole, adapted from Seasoned with Sun

1 lb lean ground beef (optional)
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon pepper
2 4 oz cans whole green chiles (I used 1 1/2 7 oz cans)
1 1/4 cup grated cheese
1 1/4 cup milk
1/4 cup flour
4 beaten eggs
salt and pepper

1. Brown beef, drain well. Season with salt and pepper.
2. Place 1/2 the beef in casserole dish, top with 1/2 the green chiles, and sprinkle with 1/2 the cheese.
3. Repeat layers.
4. Combine milk, flour, eggs, and salt/pepper, beat until smooth.
5. Pour over meat and chiles and bake 45-50 minutes at 350. When a knife comes out clean, they're finished. Cool for five minutes.



Monterey (Chile Cheese) Rice, adapted from Seasoned with Sun

3/4 uncooked rice (I prefer to use a cup of uncooked rice)
2 cups sour cream (can most definitely be minimized!)
1/2 lb. Monterey Jack cheese (I use pepper jack, and I grate about 1 1/2 cups worth)
2 4 oz cans chopped green chile (again, I like lots of chile-I usually use 3 cans)

1. Cook the rice. Combine with sour cream and season with salt. Arrange half of the rice in a buttered 2-quart casserole dish. (I have also used 8 x 8 pans)
2. Layer with shredded cheese and chopped chiles.
3. Top with remaining rice, and sprinkle the rest of the grated cheese on top.
4. Bake for 30 minutes at 350. This recipe can be prepared ahead and refrigerated, or frozen, then thawed for 1 hour and baked.

"If you love me, won't you let me know..."

Just thought I would commemorate my purchase of Coldplay concert tickets for the SECOND time on the Viva la Vida tour by sharing this clip of their performance from last weekend's Grammy Awards. I. Love. Coldplay. As if you weren't already aware of it, my dear loyal few :) I'm not at all ashamed to admit that when I received my copy of Lynn Hunt's Inventing Human Rights for spring quarter, all I could think about was that Coldplay had also used Delacroix's Liberty Leading the People for cover art. Or that I follow not one, but two Coldplay groups on Twitter.



I love how Will Champion (drummer) gets SO into this song!

Um, my previous title was lame. I shall now call this post: Volterra.

Apparantly, Volterra is not a fictitious spot, and is in fact a real location in Italy. Am I a total idiot for not being utterly aware of all famous medieval spots in Europe? I am looking forward to the deluge of paparazzi photos that I can expect when the New Moon crew heads there to shoot in May. Yes, that's right. I have no shame. I fully embrace those aggressive photogs, as long as they share pictures of my beloved Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart!

"Under a near-constant cover of clouds..."

You most likely discerned from this that I did indeed go on a book-lover's/Twilight fan's vacation to Forks, Washington. It was a lovely four day jaunt, and worth every penny spent. I always love the idea of visiting a spot from a favorite book, and Forks certainly did not disappoint.

The trip was ostensibly planned to celebrate my sister's 25th birthday, as she has always wanted to visit Seattle. Our mutual love for the Twilight saga provided the perfect incentive to make the drive from Seattle to Forks. I was thrilled with the opportunity to visit Seattle, actually. Growing up in the midst of a drought can make one very appreciative of rain, so the overcast skies and occasional drizzle of the first day were welcome to us.



We spent the majority of our first day making our way through the winding halls and stalls of the Pike Place market. Open since 1907, the market retains quite a bit of aged charm. It's not fancy, by any means, but heavily traveled and crowded. There was a plethora of excellent food to be had, and loads of stalls brimming with fresh, brilliantly colored produce and flowers. After living in California for awhile, one gets used to the sight of a good farmer's market, so it wasn't necessarily new to me-the great difference is in the fact that the Pike Place Market is open daily, while we have to wait for a few hours on the weekend, usually, to go to a decent market.



We sampled crisp slices of Jazz apples and juicy sections of tangerines while waffling between purchases of fresh berry jams or Jane Austen bookmarks from one of the many bookshops. Our breakfast consisted of thick, perfectly buttered slices of sourdough toast, enjoyed with coffee while looking out the window at Elliott Bay. We observed tiny doughnuts being made in an old-fashioned machine, dipped in hot oil and then quickly doused in cinnamon sugar. All in all, a perfect start to our day.




I lamented about not having had the chance to ride on a ferry (I have a thing for ferry boats-who said that, pop culture addicts?) as we began our drive to Port Angeles, our second stop, by my worries proved to be in vain. In Kingston, just a few miles from Seattle, my trusty GPS directed us to a ferry. I've ridden on them before, but never with a vehicle, which was an experience in itself, but the best part was seeing the serenely cold beauty of the sound and evergreen covered spits of land that extended on either side. We slipped out of our car and sat on the refreshingly clean leather banquettes upstairs, just like any other commuters.



Port Angeles gave us our first hint of the effect of Twilight mania. Bella Italia, the restaurant where Bella acknowledges that she knows Edward's secret, was a quiet little place a few streets from the waterfront. The hosts and waiters were quite warm and friendly as we ordered plates of mushroom ravioli (well, I was the only one who actually ordered the ravioli, but I thought "we ordered plates" sounded better :) ), which of course had to be inserted into their menu after the books. Various posters and signs were strategically placed in corners of the restaurant-Stephenie Meyer has visited, as well as many, many other legions of fans on their way to Forks. On our way out, as we took a quick photo in front of the restaurant, we were stopped by a reporter and photographer from the Seattle Times, who was doing a feature on Port Angeles. We were interviewed about our trip, and my mother has since received three phone calls about the article-you'll have to look us up!



By the time we started on the winding road to Forks, it was dark, so we didn't see much but the dark forest on either side of us, for fifty-seven miles. It was very slow-going, and I was already struggling to imagine why a high school student from Forks would even want to make that trip very often. We could see a brief shadow of a lake as we drove, which proved to be stunning. Our greeting at the Pacific Inn was extremely warm and friendly, and we were even given a tour of the "Twilight Rooms" that had been recently renovated. It was not an elaborate renovation, but was certainly cute. After having spent a night in a major chain hotel in Seattle with no wireless, I was cheerfully handed a code for the free wireless in our room, so my sister and I were able to watch The Office that evening.

For our first morning in Forks, we decided to try the Forks Coffee Shop, which was right across the street from our motel. In the light of day, it was quite obvious how quiet and small the simple town, so recently become a focal point of obsession everywhere, really was. One main street, with one stoplight, stretched through the town. Three or four motels clung to the sides of the main road, as well as a smattering of local stores, including an ice cream shop, drug store, bank and "Dazzled by Twilight", a store so new that the local Chamber of Commerce hadn't yet added it to the Twilight town map.

We had toast with blackberry jam, fresh pancakes and bacon, and hot coffee, for a grand total of somewhere around $10. Our waitress was sweet and unassuming, despite the fact that we most definitely stuck out like sore thumbs. A stunning selection of jewelry made by the shop's owner was displayed under the cash register. I would have loved to share it with you, but she didn't have a web site. Open since 5:30 a.m., the coffee shop was obviously quite essential to the locals.

We headed to the local shops first, in quest of some decent souvenirs. The shops were replete with Twilight paraphernalia, including model silver Volvos, movie posters, and blankets emblazoned with the phrase "If I could dream, I would dream about you." I was pleased to hear, in the "Dazzled by Twilight" store, a Stephenie Meyer playlist melodiously emanating from the sound system. Creating her playlists take an effort!

After picking up a few trinkets, we headed to the Chamber of Commerce, the site of Bella's truck and various other Twilight-related things. My sister and I gamely posed by the truck, pretending to knock the dent out of it (a la Edward Cullen) before heading inside, where we witnessed a huge map covered in pins from what must have been thousands of world visitors. Yes, WORLD visitors. There were even three pins stuck soundly in Russia! We picked up our Twilight packet, handed out to every visitor, which contained a town Twilight map and four sheets of book trivia. The town created their own locations for Bella's house and the Cullen's house, and spiced up the hospital parking lot with a spot for Dr. Cullen. The movie was shot in Portland and the surrounding towns, as Forks was not financially feasible for housing a movie cast. One can see why immediately-the town seems to be quite impoverished. Everyone was extremely kind and generous, and willingly admitted the positive influence that the books' successes have had on the town and its economy. However, it was impossible to ignore the pervasive sense of isolation. At the candy shop, we learned that in spite of the logging and fishing industry, the biggest employer in Forks is the hospital.



The highlight of the day, by far, was our trip to La Push, on the Quileaute reservation. While the little town itself was not especially memorable, the stunning shores of First Beach were breath-taking. My mom really hasn't spent much time on beaches, and seeing the rough, wild beauty of the Pacific was a major experience for her. We hiked down to Second Beach on our way out of La Push, which was really the best part. The hike took us through the lush green forests of Olympic National Park down to the driftwood-strewn beach. It's difficult to really capture in words how beautiful it was-suffice to say I feel very lucky to be able to drive a mere hour or two, here in California, to see similar sights. My sister and I had a marvelous time recreating forest scenes from New Moon, and we also felt quite virtuous after completing what would certainly be considered an arduous hike for those of us who are shamefully out of shape.



We stopped by the local Thriftway to pick up a few Bella essentials: Pop Tarts for my sister and I-a rare, very bad-for-you treat. While we were there, an announcement came over the loudspeaker: "Bella and Edward, please bring in the carts from the parking lot." We laughed, of course, then quickly discussed how such a mundane task wouldn't fit Edward. In case you were wondering, we're kind of hard core about Twilight. :)

Our dinner at the Smokehouse Restaurant that evening was not particularly memorable, despite a fairly delicious "Bella Berry" pie and entertainment from the precocious townsfolk. We were sad to drive away from Forks the next day, though excited to actually able to see the Sol Duc River and the lake that had eluded us on our first night.



The trip just kept getting better and better-upon our return to Seattle, we discovered that our hotel (the downtown Sheraton) was actually quite lovely, and Twilight was playing on pay-per-view in our room! How perfect for us! We did some shopping at H & M, then headed out to the Space Needle for dinner. It was truly an incredible experience, perched high above Seattle and watching the scenery change as the restaurant made its slow, but definitely noticeable orbit. I would not say that the food was the best, and considering the accessibility of all kinds of fresh seafood and produce, it was disappointing. Still completely worth a trip, though!



We woke up early on our last day, eager to spend a bit more time in the market, which was only a few blocks away from our hotel. This time I really indulged in the doughnuts, and also picked up several varieties of herb and spice-infused pastas. The selection was impressive, and it was very hard to choose, but I narrowed it down to sweet potato orzo, rosemary-garlic linguine, basil garlic penne, and green jalepeno linguine. After a last lunch of crisp, lightly battered fish n' chips eaten overlooking the bay, we prepared for our sad drive back the airport. I did pick up a tiny fresh berry cheesecake from The Confectional, that was probably the most delectable bite of dessert I've ever had. It had the additional bonus of coming in a tiny box stamped with a sticker that said "Forgive me chocolate, for I have sinned. I have not yet had my daily confection." I love Seattle, I really do.



Thus, our vacation came to an end. It was far too short, and I think we could have all spent several more days exploring the tide pools at Second Beach or combing through more stalls at the market. We're already discussing how we expand our trip for the next time.

Top 5 Thursday (Survivor Edition)

Lest you think I neglected to write my weekly Top 5 Tuesday entry, you must know that I deliberately waited until today, as my Top 5 list was written in honor of the premiere of the 18th season of Survivor tonight.

I know there are many of you out there who loathe reality television in general, and I completely understand. Most of it is empty filth, The Bachelor included. I cannot deny, however, that Survivor has long been one of my guilty pleasures. In my defense, it's a reality school classic, originating back when there was no "Fantasy Island" or "Date my Mom" or "Engaged and Underaged." Despite my feeling that the last five seasons or so haven't really matched the first few, I still watch, and I still enjoy.

For this week's Top 5, I have selected my five favorite Survivor players. Mind you, these are not necessarily the most wily, intelligent players, although I do have one or two who were less than scrupulous in their efforts to win the million. They're simply my favorites. As I recommend Lincee's recaps for The Bachelor, I also advise any Survivor fans to read Dalton Ross's recaps on EW.com. Not as funny as Lincee, but give him a good season, and he'll give you some laughs.

By the way, I opted for a video that displayed two of my favorite opening Survivor montages: Africa and China, plus a few others. The theme song gets me all excited!



Without further adieu:




5. James Clement, Survivor China & Survivor Micronesia: Fans vs. Favorites. Despite grave digger James’ obvious aesthetic appeal, he happens to be one of the nicest, most charming players ever to grace the game. Unfortunately, he’s also known for idiocy, having trusted his alliance so much he didn’t feel the need to play EITHER of his TWO immunity idols. It’s okay James, I forgive you.



4. Cirie Fields, Survivor Panama & Survivor Micronesia: Fans vs. Favorites. One of the sneakiest players I’ve ever had the pleasure of watching, Cirie manages to endear herself to her fellow tribemates in spite of extremely poor performances in challenges (she’s a self-proclaimed couch potato!) all while devising perfect plans to oust stronger players. The only reason she wasn’t able to win in her second effort in Micronesia was purely because of her likeability. Both Amanda and Parvati knew that taking her to the final two ensured defeat.



3. Amber Brkich, Survivor Australia & Survivor All-Stars. I’ll say it right now-Amber IS a great player. Yes, she rode coat tails in BOTH of her seasons, but she pioneered the art of “staying under the radar” in Australia and she cleverly used a stronger, more volatile player (Rob) to her advantage, letting him take all the proverbial hits while she sat innocently beside him, enjoying the unexpected benefit of Survivor love. Did she deserve to be an All-Star? Perhaps not, but she is undoubtedly resilient and wiser than she gets credit for.



2. Colby Donaldson, Survivor Australia & Survivor All-Stars. Oh, Colby. Original Survivor hottie. AND from Texas, my beloved home state. He was the first Survivor to show real physical prowess, dominating the vast majority of the individual challenges in Australia. He was able to outwit and outlast without hurting too many feelings or too many lies (and believe me, they are NECESSARY in this game, no matter how nice you area), up until the point where he basically GAVE AWAY THE MILLION. That’s right, Colby guaranteed himself runner-up when he selected Tina to go with him to the final tribal council. Sweet Southern soccer moms don’t lose, and Colby knew that. Rather than taking the unpopular, cursed chef-who-burned-the-rice Keith, Colby took the player HE felt deserved to be in the final, and he lost the million because of it. Poor strategy, but great heart. Did I mention his luxury item was a Texas flag?



1. Rob Mariano, Survivor Marquesas & Survivor All-Stars. Rob has always been the source of a great deal of enmity, and I can understand why. He’s arrogant, aggressive, and undoubtedly shifty. All those strong feelings aside, however, one MUST examine his game play-he’s a brilliant player. In spite of their familiarity with the show, more and more successive players struggle with the deception that is necessary to win the game. Rob has no such qualms. He selected an alliance (in All-Stars) and methodically eliminated player after player with no thought to anyone except his partner, and even then, it was only his developing feelings for her that kept him from sending her to the chopping block. This weakness is yet another thing that endeared him to me. He’s also quite formidable physically, though not as much during his first season. Yet another good character trait: learning from your mistakes. Rob is one of the few players from the early seasons of Survivor that I feel could equally make his mark with the new, more physically dominant and intelligent players of today.

Check out Survivor: Tocantins tonight, if you're interested! I watched a brief preview, and it looks promising!