|John Torode (left) and Gregg Wallace|
IF watching cookery programmes on TV correlated with one's ability in the kitchen I would be churning out Michelin star quality dishes every evening. But, like a lot of busy people, come 7 o'clock I am flinging open cupboard doors hoping some left-over chicken and wrinkled peppers have miraculously transmogrified into poulet basquaise. They never have.
My lack of cookery skill, however, does not stop me from having strong opinions on the ability of contestants in Masterchef. I love Masterchef in all its incarnations: Masterchef UK, Masterchef Australia, Masterchef New Zealand, Masterchef the Professionals etc etc.
I always watch the UK's John Torode and Gregg Wallace, although the catchphrase, "Cooking doesn't get tougher than this," annoys the hell out of me. Really? Last week I made two bacon sandwiches at 2am after an evening drinking gin and tonic without setting the house on fire. So don't talk to me about cooking being tough, Wallace and Torode.
I sit in my culinary ivory tower and criticise the contestants.
"You're going to have to improve your presentation. No point in it tasting good if it looks crap - not at this level," says I, whose idea of presentation is taking a serving spoon and dolloping everything in lumps side by side on the plate.
Or yelling, "What about your seasoning!" My seasoning consists of salt, pepper and maybe a touch of Schwartz five spice if I'm feeling exotic.
"Cheese with fish? What were you thinking!" I shout, when my lunchtime sandwich contained Marmite, corned beef and sliced grapes.
No, cooking may not be my forte but there is one way in which I am exactly like a Masterchef contestant - I cry when everything goes horribly wrong.
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