The day of the Elimination Challenge, Heather is questioning her decision to add red accoutrements to a black and white challenge while Morgan has to re-soak a cake and Yigit has to assemble 250 teeny tiny little baby desserts and Heather is desperately seeking some white chocolate rice krispie treats. They have gone awandering and no one is quite sure where they have got to, but Heather at least is pretty sure that Morgan had something to do with it. Maybe he got stoned and ate them? Oh, wait, that would be Eric. Who knows why Heather thinks Morgan stole an entire plate of white chocolate rice krispies, but she does and the editing room has decided to make it a Big Deal and they splice together about twelve clips of Heather and Morgan talking smack about each other, but it doesn't ever seem like they are talking about stolen rice krispies. But it doesn't matter now, because there are 250 subscribers to the LA Times wearing black and white and big appetites.
That's right, it's time for the tasting. Yigit has made adorably dolly-sized portions of chocolate cake with white chocolate mousse and berry compote with almond milk ice cream. Erika has a lemon poppy seed ice cream with white chocolate pave and blackberry and she is fully aware (thank you very much Johnny Iuzzini) that this dessert is not TECHNICALLY black and white but instead composed of off white and black-ISH elements and she is COMPLETELY OKAY with it. (Do I know how to work a shift key or what?) The judges are quite impressed with Yigit's precious little plate of plenty, but less so with Erika's taupe options. They are intrigued with Zac's deep fried Whoopie Pie, but find it heavy, sticky, and overly sweet. Morgan made a chocolate date cake with banana anise cream and coffee kahlua jelly stacked in columns like the newspaper. In the recycling bin, I assume. But I am not going to mock a chocolate date cake, oh no. My mama raised me right.
Heather (I am fighting an urge to call her Bitch Face Heather mostly because she is now the only Heather and there is no need to give her a qualifier, no matter how accurate) has made spicy chocolate gingerbread with frozen crème anglaise and blackberry compote. What the what? It's not black at all! [Insert vaguely inappropriate race-based joke.] Morgan's dessert fares moderately with the judges, and Heather's even less so what with all the wildly offensive red and undercurrent of blatant hostility towards rules. Eric made his Mississippi Cake with a feeble attempt at gussying up with Earl Grey whipped cream and hot fudge sauce. Gail makes a point of mentioning the vast improvement in Eric's plating skills and he falls on the floor in supplication. The judges are willing to let his dark chocolate skate by as black enough. Then they move on to Danielle's literal dessert, which is literal because it is presented as a 1, 2, and 8 to represent the 128 years the LA Times has been in print. Zac dismisses it as a "series of petit fours," an assertion that the professionals (Johnny Iuzzini and Mr. Le Bernardin) agree with, but Gail and Dannielle think is fun and playful. Silly ladies! It's not dessert! It's just a SERIES OF PETITS FOURS. What sort of idiots are you?? After such rude treatment, Dannielle wanders off to roll around in her millions, while Gail pays someone to give her a hug.