Gail announces the Elimination Challenge. The contestants are going to be making black and white desserts for a black and white party at the LA Times, which is black and white and read all over, if you know what I mean. The chefs all head out to Albertson's, which is the sad sack level of sponsorship this pastry competition has earned. Yigit and Zac make funnies with each other while everyone else ignores them. Zac is making a deep-fried Whoopie pie that he is frying to order. He is pretty convinced that frying is exciting and will ensure him a WIN. Eric, however, is suffering from his baker's inferiority complex ("I don't know how to plate! I don't know how to make figure 8 meringues!" "No one loves me!") and is bogarting a mixer whilst whining, which is not making him very popular at all.

Luckily Head Judge (and Hair Sprayer in Chief) Johnny Iuzzini interrupts the proceedings for one of his versions of a sniff 'n' sneer that involves sniffing, sneering, and then talking about it in the hallway for five minutes in a seemingly therapeutic gesture. He thinks black and white desserts will be an interesting challenge for the chefs, but as he is contractually obligate to pretend this shit is interesting, who the fuck cares? Erika swears she will have great flavors, while Eric is very excited to make a Mississippi Mud cake, but, you know, fancy style. Johnny remains doubtful of Eric's ability to bring the fancy to such a lowly dessert. Heather is making gingerbread with pomegranates and cranberries, which are clearly, you know, RED. Johnny dutifully points this out to Heather in case she is colorblind and falls under the ADA or something. She just shrugs, which would probably rout any lawsuit she might file for colorblind discrimination. Back at the chefs' house, Morgan is unhappy about the number of show tunes being sung. Damn anti-songite.