Between all of the shots of the chefs cooking are shots of the chefs recounting their love of the Beastie Boys. However it seems like only Rebecca and maybe Matthew and to a lesser extent Megan actually ever listened to the music. Carlos has no clue who the guy is or why he has to cook desserts based on their songs. Then Orlando gets tipsy as he works on a rum, coffee, cream, and pea dessert, but it's not at all interesting or dramatic and he doesn't, like, start singing Beasties lyrics about doing it with a Whiffle Ball bat or barfing on Katzie or anything. Sally is frying chicken and Katzie is adding provolone to white chocolate and Rebecca is adding the flavors of falafel to panna cotta. It's all pretty gag inducing and you start to feel pretty bad for the "street art" festival that is going to have to eat this compost pile. And I don't mean compost pile in the sense of compost cookies, which are a delicious blend of potato chips, chocolate, butterscotch, coffee grounds, and magic. No, this stuff is just going to be nasty.

Later, the chefs are recovering at home and we find out that Chris has a one-month old daughter with a congenital heart defect and is facing surgery in a few months... and yet he's here. I mean, no judgment. Okay, a little judgment. Anyway you know they are only telling us this information now because when he wins the challenge and maybe all of Top Chef: Just Desserts his Big Decision to leave his wife at home with a newborn with a heart defect will be 100% Completely Justified. Right? RIGHT? Also, Matthew has a daughter who he publicly declares was "an accident," which means he should probably put all Top Chef: Just Desserts earning directly into her therapy fund. Boundaries, people.