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The men’s discussion about how the women seem to enjoy their domesticated role segues into Helen saying to the enthralled women, “… 4 cups of flour and one cup of sugar. And a little bit of vanilla. And my grandmother’s caramel recipe is pretty good, too. You cut them into little squares and then you…”

Jake says, “I like every single person in the other tribe. The only one that drives me crazy is Helen with the constant recipes. You know, I’ve heard recipes until I’m just green in the face.”

“… Swedish almond bars. Start out with your cookie sheet. You put your toasted almonds on the bottom, pour the batter on top…”

Brian looks like, “Please, kill me now.”

“My god, you know, I need to go somewhere else when she starts that recipe stuff, which is non-stop 24/7.”

“… cashew butterscotch squares.”

The girls cheer her on, “Oooh, that sounds good!”

“… Same type of thing, pastry on the bottom, cashews and butterscotch chips on the top and then you put them in the oven…”

Brian is going “stir-cavey,” he says and I can totally relate. Two topics which just entirely bore the crap out of me is incessant recipe talk and alcohol-consumption talk (“I drank this and then I drank two of these and then I drank this and this and this…”).

Jake and Brian escape the recipe talk and hang out together in the boat. We hear both of them discuss how they enjoy each other’s company and yet, at the same time, how they choose their words carefully such that not too much information about their tribes is shared.

A distant shot of Brian and Jake in their boat. Back to camp. A beautiful sunset. Then night vision shows…

“… a cup of sugar, half a cup of plain old cocoa – you know, cocoa. Not the mix, cocoa. You’re going to take another cup of sugar…”

While this death-talk is going on, Ken and Jake say how they like Brian. Then Ken says to Jake, “I wanted to see if you wanted to try to figure out if we can make you and I from this side and him and Clay from the other side in the final four.”

“If you’ll leave me alone with him a little bit longer, I might be able to get that,” Jake says.

Ken warns, “Don’t believe everything he says. Just remember, he’s a used car dealer. What does he sell? He sells lemons.”

Although it’s a long-shot, there’s a possibility that the Chuay Gahn guys would rather spend their last few weeks with Jake and Ken than recipe-woman and cries-over-bat-embryo-woman. They’d still have a 3-2 advantage even after the women are gone.