Who is the Eater of the Year?

As Endless Simmer nears the end of our first calendar year, we’re ready to look back at the time that was and honor the people who have inspired out palates and our keyboards. In that spirit, we present to you the First Annual Endless Simmer Eater of the Year Award. From the California hippies who told us to put down the foreign produce, to the wiener eating champ who made Americans believe again, these are the men and women who kept our mouths wide open all year long.

If we missed any important eaters, please let us know in the comments, and our awards committee will review them for inclusion. Of course, the final vote is up to you, so tell us who the Eater of the Year is.

The nominees:

Joey Chestnut

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The 2000’s have not been kind to America. We’ve seen our troops bogged down overseas, our jobs sent to India, our basketball championships surrendered to Europe. But most damaging to our national pride was a seemingly impossible losing streak. For seven years in a row, America’s most prestigious eating trophy – The Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest at Coney Island – was carried away by a man from the efficient, but undeniably skinny nation of Japan.

We don’t always promote binge eating here at Endless Simmer, but even the most left-wing, anti-W hippies have got to admit there’s something wrong when we’re losing a hot dog eating contest to the Japanese.

The shattered dreams of American eaters were resurrected this Independence Day, when Joseph Christian “Jaws” Chestnut, the pride of San Jose, California, swallowed 66 dogs to take the crown back from Kobayashi. And Joey ain’t no one trick pony, he also ruled the day at Philly’s Wing Bowl and has set world eating records in burgers, ribs, waffles, and for good measure, even asparagus.

The Locavore Four

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A year ago, we could bite into a mango, an avocado, or a plate of Russian caviar without ever thinking “what is this doing to my carbon footprint?” Not anymore.

This quartet of Bay Area hippies challenged us to limit our intake to foods produced within a 100 mile radius, even coining a crazy new word – locavore – that took top honors as the Oxford word of the year (we hear the cougar set is pissed they didn’t win). And while we may not be able to implement their guidelines fully (who can go all day without eating brie?), they sure did make us consider it.

Anthony Bourdain

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His constant media presence may put him just this side of irrepressible, but the always-cantankerous chef carved out a new niche for himself in 2007 as the unofficial policeman of the foodie world. Whenever there was a food trend to be scoffed at, a cocky chef to be insulted, a Rachel Ray to be ridiculed, Bourdain was there.

In an age of constant praise for mediocrity, this is one brutal cheflebrity who tells it like it is. He even wins the Dick Cheney award for straight-faced exaggeration for calling anti-foie gras activists “the worst kind of terrorists.” And what other TV chef would have the balls to do this? Bourdain – what would we do without him?

Padma Lakshmi

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Rarely has someone so deftly turned D-list celebrity into full fledged stardom merely by putting expensive things in her mouth week after week. Top Chef became a cultural phenomenon this year (OK, a basic cable phenomenon) and millions of viewers inadvertently learned the meaning of words like amuse bouche and panna cotta, in between glimpses of Lakshmi munching away in ecstasy. While we periodically got distracted by her messy divorce, cookbook tour, and constant pleas to be taken seriously, all we really want to do is watch her eat.

Also, writing “Padma Lakshmi” multiple times in your blog posts really boosts search engine optimization from India to Indiana.

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Chocolate Jesus

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Who’s made out of 200 pounds of delicious milk chocolate and makes Catholic League President Bill Donohue pee his bed at night? Why, it’s Chocolate Jesus, that’s who! While legions of Christians around the world debate the true wisdom of the Holy Son, artist Cosimo Cavallaro helped us see the truth – his roots lay deep in milk, sugar and cocoa.

Al Gore

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*Federal Compliance*

Congress passed a little-noticed law in December 2006 that mandated Al Gore must be nominated for every award given out in the year 2007.

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Photos: USA Today, Men.Style.Com, Herald Sun

Padma Withdrawal Post

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Late Breaking News on an otherwise slow Friday…..In an effort to prove that she’s enough of a chef to warrant her constant presence on this blog, Padma Lakshmi did the catering for some fancy-shmancy benefit party in Manhattan this week. But guess who shows up?

The evening’s most dramatic moment was a chance encounter between Salman Rushdie and his soon-to-be ex-wife Padma Lakshmi, who saw him at the after party and threw her arms around him as everyone watched. She held on as if for dear life. He held on too. Lakshmi walked away minutes later, sobbing, as a few friends consoled her. She then returned to Rushdie and they began kissing. They separated again.

Could PadRush be back on? Oh, and in other Padma Lakshmi news, there’s this and this and this.

Top Chef Recap: Finale

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Editor’s Note: I didn’t use any silly puns in the headline today because I don’t want to give anything away, in case you haven’t caught the finale yet. That said, this is a recap, so, you know, it says who wins. If you haven’t watched yet, don’t read on if you don’t want to know.

OK, so my fav part of the Top Chef finale is that Frank Bruni penned a lengthy rant in Wednesday’s NYT about how all these celeb chefs (Collichio, Bourdian, etc…) get the big bucks to appear on Top Chef and similar shows, but never even have to cook anything anymore. Then, in the finale, they actually made the the big guys get in the kitchen, awarding each of the cheftestants a big name sous chef.

Hung got Rocco, Dale got the ubiquitous Todd English and Casey was paired with that lady who looks like Sandra Bernhrardt. The catch was that none of these guys got to offer any advice, and they were only there for the prep part, just to chop garlic, boil water, and allow Dale to say “Todd English is my bitch.”

There weren’t any dumb cowboy or airplane themes for the finale – just pretty basic orders: make the best damn meal you can. The only trip-up was that with an hour left, Collichio came in and told the cheftestants they had to make one extra course, and their sous chefs this time would be the losers from earlier episodes.

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So Close You Can Taste It

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After a long, delicious season, the third Top Chef reaches a conclusion on Wednesday. Both the MSM and the blogs are abuzz about the finale, and the biggest focus? Hung.

4th Place Brian on Hung: he’s an angry little man.

The Hater defends Hung; takes on Bravo’s very questionable text message polls.

Hung defends himself, hates on Casey, and claims Bourdain wants him to win.

We won’t have to go Padma-less for long: Season 4 is already filming in Chi-town.

And, in case you missed any of my ramblings, all our Top Chef recaps, along with our famed Padma Lakshmi photo gallery, can be found here.

Photo: Men.Style.com

Bourdain Not Just a Food Snob

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Because he’s been endorsed as one of your favorites, we’re putting in an effort here at ES to follow the life of Mr. Anthony Bourdain at least 1/10 as closely as we follow the magical adventures of Ms. Lakshmi.

T-bo has an unexpected essay in this week’s SPIN, in which he reminisces about being a 70’s punk rock chef (that’s him on the left). Not surprisingly, Tony has strong feelings about music as well as food, and also not surprisingly, most of those feelings are negative.

Among the acts on Bourdain’s shit list are Jethro Tull, the Sex Pistols (who he compares to N’Sync) and (try to control yourself, star ES contributor), Liza.

Photo: SPIN

Top Chef Recap: The Finale – But Not Really

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The “finale” of Top Chef aired last night (actually the second-to-last episode) and the cheftestants have made it to Aspen, Colorado, presumably for the Food and Wine Classic, but clearly just an excuse to unleash Cowgirl Padma.

For the Quickfire, the nervous chefs were given fresh-caught trout and had to gut and prepare the fish themselves, and cook a meal on a campfire stove for Eric Ripert of Le Bernadine. Kinda boring challenge – they all screwed up, and Casey won again.

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