This is the kind of thing that makes you wonder if there are TV executives who refer to "women" as "vagina-Americans":
Alex Guarnaschelli, Gabrielle Hamilton, Debi Mazar and Nadia G have all become big names in culinary circles thanks, in no small part, to their naughty-yet-nice personalities. And on Saturday they used their loud-and-proud voices to vent during a panel discussion at the South Beach Wine and Food Festival.
"There are tons of women working in the industry. It's the fact that they are not getting recognized in the same way as men," said Hamilton, author of the brash food world memoir "Blood, Bones & Butter" and owner of Prune restaurant in New York. "They are not in executive chef positions. They don't get funding for restaurants."
"Who started cooking?" Nadia G of Cooking Channel's "Bitchin Kitchen" jokingly asked. "I grew up with women in the kitchen who taught me everything I know, from pasta to how to live my life. It's great that guys are good cooks, but honestly we all know where it started and who fed us. And it's the ladies in the house."
"If I want to make a giant tub of tartar sauce and throw it on the floor and yell that it's horrible, or I want to make crab cakes like a psycho, or if I just want to cook a whole side of beef, well I'm going to do that," she said. "And that kind of ability to take all the bad and good energy and direct it at something and create and cook it and cut it up, hell yeah. Sign me up, girl or not."
Mazar, who is known for her role on HBO's "Entourage" as press agent Shauna Roberts, hosts Cooking Channel's "Extra Virgin" with her Italian husband. She said panelists Guarnaschelli and Hamilton receive more credit in the industry "since they're not wearing heels" in the kitchen.
There's a lot here, what with lumping the Prune proprietor in with Web personalities who can charitably be described as Suicide Girls-manque, but let's stay with that last graf -- a shiny dime for anyone who can find a reference to a male chef's footwear in mainstream food media -- Mario's crocs don't count. Have fun with this on post-Oscar Guiteau Monday.
*It's the opposite of a sausage fest.