As usual, she equates "home-made" with "good", it justifies her food orgasm thumbnail.
She includes a timestamp for the people who she knows are just there for the eating.
She does her weird documentary voice for the recipe, which as usual sounds shockingly professional for once, coming from our gorl.
From someone who makes a lot of curry, she doesn't do a particularly impressive job, but it is serviceable.
She sings a horrifying song about her cat, because it's ever so funny and not played out at all.
For once in her life she almost has a normal sized portion.
"These [samosas] are not home made", no shit - I was wondering how she made them when she announced it was not takeaway at the start.
She's drinking that brand of soda again. Tries to draw attention to Coldest Water flask in an awkward way.
She makes her usual unbearable fake SHHHH sound when eating samosa.
Bibi does an amazingly loud laugh and Chantal tells him he sounds like a baby. He appears to be playing an online FPS(?) of some type.
Describes her meal as "hot" and "oh my god the flavour".
Turns to Bibi and says "you know what's really good". I was surprised at the level of engagement with him, but she finishes up with "my food!".
"I have a pretty uneventful life right now", I won't go with the obvious comment.
Her health is going "really well", proving that some people are never punished for their actions.
"The biopsy results came back"
She then interrupts this to say "home-made is so much better". This is very egregious since she goes on to claim that her butter chicken is better than the takeaways. Bitch, I know NA doesn't have as much good Indian food as Europe, but I've seen your cooking method and it contains numerous crimes against food science. It's fine for home-cookery, but Chantal uses this term as a superlative which is nonsense, it's serviceable at best. I would think maybe she has bad restaurants in her area, but I think she's just can't taste anything.
The biopsy showed "no malignancy", meaning no remaining cancer.
"This is so satisfying, there's something almost spiritual about cooking your own meal". S-I-G-H, the basicness raises its head once again.
She nutrition-splains again, claiming how her fat/butter-filled food is better than the "disgusting preservatives" that she loves too. "There's so many ingredients you can't even pronounce in it, you know what I mean?". Chantal, you didn't raise and slaughter the chicken, they put all sorts of shit into their feed. She says this while CHUGGING SODA by the way. Fuck my life.
"There's so much flavour, nothing processed". I guess "soooo much flavour" is the best description we're going to get as a meal. Chantal reminds me of a Scotch snob who when given a blind taste test of two malts will pick the cheap one as the best.
Raves about "the presentation". Yes, throwing a slop of curry sauce next to rice is so different when "home-cooked" than in takeaway or using a ready-made sauce.
Talks about it being "spiritual" again, says she wants to cook "all the time".
She bought an air-fryer, because of course she did. She's becoming a female Jack Scalfani.
Like Jack/DSP, she thinks air-friers don't require the contents brushing with oil to produce good results (an air fryer is a gentrified oven).
Talks about all the burgers she can make with it. Apparently this will totally offset the health costs of her desire to cram meat, and allow her to be "creative"(?)
"A lot of you" have been "bugging me to bring back Mystery Mondays".
"After the new year, everything will be fresh-start/set up", sure, Jan.
She finishes the chicken in record time leaving a load of rice for her to finish on the plate.
Almost being reminded of common criticisms of her eating, she tries to analyse the meal. "The fragrant spices (which she cooked in the least-beneficial way to extracting the fragrance), the sweet onion, tender chicken breast meat, creamy, rich velvety butter, tomato-y, flavour explosion with cilantro".
Bibi walks past and she offers him a bite. There is a cut, and it returns to her asking him whether it was good.
Bibi is rapidly walking back and forth for some reason. Chantal asks whether it is okay for her to drive to her appointments tomorrow, possibly angling for an offer of a lift.
Her face is smeared in gunk as usual.
She 'selflessly' offers Bibi food for the camera's benefit.
Interestingly, Bibi mentions "nobody is online" for his game, which indicates he may play with friends, unless he's playing something uncommon or they're up very late - probably the latter.
This fat hypocrite after ranting about processed food and "unrecognisable names" on ingredients lists, drags this from the side of the table to proudly display, like the substance junkie she is:
It says it's raw, organic, all-in-one shake, contains 44 super-foods. Not processed at all! Fresh out of the field!
Lookit that 100% natural manifesto of ingredients:
"Everything you need in one day, in one scoop". I seriously get MOTI at this junkie leech. Describes this $60 nightmare as "a really good investment". Describes this as a cunning method of "getting all my nutritional requirements in there". Yes, Chantal. You can just pound butter and meat for the rest of the day and it's like you're a Buddhist monk
"Eating like this, I feel proud, I feel good, Like I made something, y'know".
"The only thing this is missing is some side-veggies, which next time I'll be sure to add". Ah yes, the mysterious missing "side-veggies" that her Italian tomato and pasta dish also lacked...
Claims her plan is to have salad alongside her curry. You could just eat salad and not butter-filled chicken sauces, but whatever.
"I want to make some French cuisine". Yes, just what Chantal needs, more excessively-rich food.
Asks her audience for the correct pronunciation of a French word, I am unsure of the context or term (maybe somebody else knows?). Edit:
answered here.
Italian chef-kisses her fingers in praise of her culinary composition. Makes an alarming sex sound. Claims she worried her stomach would react badly to butter (YOU ARE POST-SURGERY STOP POUNDING BUTTER YOU CHILD) but then reminds us that "grass-fed" allows her to do anything and this stupid bitch believes the space-magic claims of any shit product that uses this meaningless label.
Chantal spins her wheels trying to cite nutrition nonsense and fails to even parrot the internet articles she has read correctly, failing to convince even the most naive viewer that she knows what she's talking about.
Claims the soda is expensive but she only drinks it "every once in a while for a video". "Bibi does drink his share", nervously says she has "one every other day or something" while doing a fake 'thinking' expression. "It's not like I drink soda all day long".
Shills for Coldest and makes up a lie about all the people saying they bought it.
