I happened to watch Master Chef the other night. I'm not keen. I watched it a few years back when it first started back again but was turned off immediately. We should be trying to teach our children to eat properly and that Toad man sets a bad example, it turns my tummy to watch him shovel a spoonful in. Not only have we a nation of latchkey children but a nation of laptray ones and the presenters of masterchef certainly wont get the family back around the table.
Anyway, I digress, what shocked me the most about Masterchef 2009 is how it has progressed from being a slightly more high brow version of Ready Steady Cook to something more resembling the X Factor - one could almost call it "Pot Idol"
"It means everything to me", "Cooking is my life" "It's all I've ever wanted to do" oh dearie me, where have we heard these words before?
And what is this food anyway? can you imagine me serving up froth for the wife? No, no, no.
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