Come on Barbie, let's go party

Last night I was relaxing after a friend came over for dinner, when my mom called me at 10:15 PM and excitedly told me to turn on the tv. "Ok, sure. But why?" "Dinner Impossible is on, and it's Barbie!" So I promptly turned off my game, and turned on the tv, because if I am anything, I am a Barbie fiend.

The DI team had to make Barbie-sized food for her 50th birthday party in March, for Mattel employees. They made tiny frosted sugared doughnuts, teeny weeny blini, mini-mini-sliders... and if the food didn't fit into Barbie's refrigerator, it didn't pass muster. Who dreams up these challenges? They are great!

So don't you just love Chef Robert Irvine? I could watch him all day. He is just right for the job! I'm so glad they brought him back to host, after all that bio bullshit. Who really cares? He knows what he's doing, and that is that. I just love his accent, and his resourcefulness, and his direction, and his smile, and his shoulders, and his biceps, and his forearms, and his booty, and... um... other stuff. Oh, and also, his cooking is pretty good, too...