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Criticized for elitism, Gordon Elliot takes his "Doorknock Dinners" to a Colombian barrio.
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| Would your mommy let us film a trained chef making a great meal from whatever's in your fridge? | |
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| We have no food. We have no refrigerator. We have no mommy. The army man said she was a Communist. | |
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| We have not eaten for three days. Please help us. | |
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| That's not how the show works, kiddo. | |
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| Wait. We could make "mound of coca leaves lightly tossed in herbicide vinaigrette." | |
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