Season 1, Episode 22, "The Job Hunt", as Reviewed By a Food Blogger
We started with some double ripple fudge, whose creamy texture reminded Rose of the cows she milked at home. She could feel the rush of the breeze up her undercarriage as she came out at 6am in her nightgown on that farm in Minnesota. The fudge ribbon was aggressive, providing a surprising touch exterior, but then only to have the surprise of the fudge to melt on the tongue as if it were emerging from the peak of the volcano and sliding down a mountain like lava.
This was an unlikely pairing with the green olives, which provided a sharp taste, not unlike the sharpness of the tracks of the F lines that Dorothy remembered so much from Brooklyn. Like the subway, the olives boast a taste/smell of aged vinegar and artisan cigarette smoke.
Much of the experience was devoted to the carton of orange juice, which was a smart pairing for the meal. The essence was that of oak, with a hint of….oranges. The deconstructed oreos- well, they came constructed at first, but the clever diners separated the middles to create a retro throwback sugary parfit to respread across the cocoa wafers.
The ham was like a seductive, sizzling kryptonite for the Jews, but no Jews at this table. Just the jew-ce of the honey baked ham, which boasts a recipe that includes honey and ham.
We recommend this dinner for middle aged women who live with their friends in Miami, in a middle of the night binge when you need to eat your feelings.
The reason for the stress binging- Rose got laid off from the grief center and can’t find a job because she is too old, which sucks but….they are in Miami. It’s sort of impossible not to hire an older person. But in this episode it’s revealed that ….
Rose is FIFTY FIVE.
I’m sorry, no disgrace to the lovely Betty White, but that is somewhat surprising.
Dorothy is excited because her high school crush Barry Glick called and wants to hang out. We don’t see them hang, but we learn that Barry is now gay. Dorothy is disappointed, and of course we don’t hear from Barry again, which sucks because Dorothy would make a great gal pal for an elderly gay man.
The other thing about this episode is that Blanche looks….different. Like she was sick and gaunt, and not in a good way- in fact, there is of course mentions of her being fat in this episode- but maybe her hair isn’t as big. Or less makeup. I don’t know.
