Last week it was boats, this week it's helicopters. Maybe Brooke should lay off all forms of transportation from now on. But here's a serious question: Are any vehicles — and let's include hovercrafts, submarines, teleportation devices — scarier than an automobile driven by Padma Lakshmi?
Brooke, that elegant, WASP-y bundle of nerves, called the helicopter chartered to fly the top three chefs to an Alaskan summit "the epitome of all my fears combined." She actually cried and grabbed a hold of Josh as she waited for the Xanax to kick in, but eventually, she was able to appreciate the beauty of the snow-capped peaks. Sheldon, on the other hand, was mellow as always, asking for some "good reefer." Why are we not surprised?
Once I saw those dog sleds, I was reminded of the epitome of all my fears combined, which would have been a repeat of last season's ridiculous snow obstacle course, which involved Sarah and Beverly shooting actual rifles. (It's been a year and I still can't get over how the editors made it look like Sarah shot Beverly off her skis. Well played, Magical Elves). Could you imagine Sheldon, Josh, and especially Brooke having to learn how to drive a dog sled and having to break ingredients out of blocks of ice? I'm sorry, Brooke would never have been able to finish that challenge.
Instead, for the Quickfire, they only had to cook for sledders training for the Iditarod. Phew! The final three took to the camp tent and made do with a kitchen outfitted with only burners and no electrical equipment. Sheldon and Brooke went head-to-head by both making halibut dishes, while Josh prepared ... wait for it ... breakfast. For a second, I thought breakfast would be the sledders' easy favorite when they described their diet: "Lots of carbs, calories." But it turned out they had more sophisticated palates.
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