Yeah, I legitimately don't understand what stroked out fever dream made him think August in the South was the time to start thinking comfort food. Trust and believe, it's the last fucking thing we're thinking about.
You know, he could have done a Southern cooking series that would both cater to his disgusting need for all the fat and present actual Southern summer food. He could have done pimento cheese, fried green tomatoes, potato salad, jello salad. Look, I'm not saying it's pretty or palatable, but is any of his shit anyway? At least it's a coherent series.