Night-time. A full moon. Of course. Every single time they show the moon in a reality show, it's always full. Morning. The teams file in to the kitchen at 6:45 am.
Sharon is confused about a recipe, and Corey gives her firm instructions that end in "bzzzzzzt!" which is the sound of a Cuisinart. Christina interviews that Sharon constitutes a "really big disadvantage". On the blue side, Jason is confident that they'll win, because they're all serious. Then, in a shot that seems like it might be ominous foreshadowing, Ben comments that they need mascarpone for the risotto, but Jason tells him, "That's okay, he just said we can get more if we need it, so don't sweat it." Interview Jason explains that the girls don't have a clue what they're doing because they don't have a man to lead them.
Corey, however, believes that the problem with Christina is that she knows too much. For example, she knows the recipe to their vinaigrette, which isn't actually that complicated, consisting of one part champagne vinegar to one part EVO; salt, pepper. I'm sorry to report that "EVO" almost certainly means Extra-Virgin Olive Oil here, which means we might be in possession of a Rachael Ray reference. Anyway, Corey's point is: "Christina is a know-it-all. Her brain is big and filled but her mind is so weak."
Jason is still yakking away: "A room full of girls. I mean, that's -- that's useless, unless, what are they having, a Tupperware party over there?" And he smirks, confident that he's zinged them good. But they don't actually see the interview segments until they're aired, so it kind of violates Smack Talk Protocol, if you ask me. Plus, he's just coming off like an asshole. Do you think that was his plan?
Remember last week when the men didn't know the entrees? Let's try it with the appetizers!
Chef Ramsay: Petrozza!
Chef Ramsay: The menu! Five appetizers. What are they?
Petrozza: ...the appetizers? Caesar salad, with... with fresh anchovies and seared, uh, tuna. The, um. The, um. [Chef Ramsay pinches the bridge of his nose] The, um.
Chef Ramsay: Stop.
Chef Ramsay: Stop.
Chef Ramsay: Do me a favor. Get out!
So Petrozza has been sent upstairs to read the menu and his station will be unmanned until he gets his [bleep] together. Actually, that could probably be considered two separate bleeps, but I'm ruling it as just one.