Wednesday, 9 February 2011

Knife job...

I’m not big on reality TV shows – mainly I think because I forget to find time to watch TV. Anyway, I started watching this cooking contest called My Kitchen Rules. I don’t like to cook – I can – I just prefer not to. It’s crapacious and if I can’t toasted or microwaved then I don’t wish to play. I do however like to watch other people cook.

MKR has 6 couples from around Australia and they all have to bung on a dinner and be judged by the other competitors and two top chefs. The thing I enjoy about this? There is this stick-up-their-arses couple from Tasmania who are the quintessential people you love to hate. Why? They drag every other contestant down in an effort to make themselves look good. That’s why I keep watching. I want to see the Tasmanians come a cropper – and they did. I understand that it’s a competition and you have to have your game face on and think tactics but you also have to be pretty bloody sure of your ability as a cook, after belittling others attempts at cuisine, to front up on TV and be judged yourself.

Be a smart arse by all means. I have no problem with that but be damned sure you can back yourself up when push comes to shove.

Amarinda Jones
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anny cook said...

Sounds like fun was had by all but them. Excellent!