The Australian newspaper today tells us that there's probably never been a TV program quite like MasterChef. There is in fact in England and America, and that it's called syndication but no point getting technical. Well I guess I am the only one who couldn't watch MasterChef. Unfortunately I would need a new television set everytime I tuned in. What a load of reality crap this was. Winning this show does not qualify you for the title of chef nor does it make you a master of anything. Even after being promoted as the winner and being given a large sum of money this person is no more capable of working in a commercial kitchen than the man who stood behind the camera. If people think this show had any resemblance to the hard work of the hospitality industry they're as smart as puff pastry. In a commercial kitchen there is no presenting a plated dish to the background hum of anticipation music while the chef de cuisine scratches his chin in silent contemplation. The plate would more likely fly past your head toward the bin which would be your indication that it didn't cut the mustard. And even when you do manage to get it right, there will be no small pieces of glitter falling from the roof, nobody will care about your personality or that you've donated all of your internal organs to the Children's hospital, they care that you've done your job on the grill section. This show rated above and beyond everything else not because it was inspirational and a new insight into the world of cookery - but because everything else that was on was shite.
