I used to spend a lot of time watching cooking shows. Not the kind on the Food Network … you don’t actually see a whole lot of cooking on the Food Network for some reason. No, I’d watch PBS. Classics like Julia Child, Jacque Pepin, the Galloping Gourmet and Lidia Bastianich. THESE are the kind of cooking shows I like. Where you are shown step by step how to prepare an entire dish. Possibly while intoxicated.
I got out of the habit of watching these shows on Sunday mornings a few years ago. And I’d completely given up hope on learning anything from competition type cooking shows, until one day last summer when I got an email.
Shannon, a reader of mine, announced she had gone into hiding for 3 months because she was a contestant on MasterChef Australia. So of course, I had to search it out on the Internet and watch it.
MasterChef Australia is easily the best cooking show I’ve ever seen. In fact it’s one of the best shows I’ve ever watched, period. It’s a high stakes competition show where contestants are mentored instead of screamed at and it features actual cooking lessons. So, you do indeed learn something.
The show is so huge in Australia it airs every SINGLE night for months. In 2010 the televised leadership debate for Prime Minister was rescheduled because it was going to interfere with the MasterChef finale.
For season 3, the season I watched, their roster of special judges included everyone from Nigella Lawson to the Dalai Lama. He giggled a lot. He does that.
I killed myself looking for a way for you to legally watch the first episode of Masterchef Australia online, since most of you are off today. However … I was unsuccessful. Which never sits well with me.
All I have for you is the opening sequence of Season 3. Which, for what it’s worth is more entertaining than most hour long shows.
There are various clips of the show on Youtube, but I didn’t want to put any of them up for fear of spoilers. I for one do NOT like spoilers. In fact, if I’m watching a movie I barely even want to know what it’s about. I get antsy just knowing what form of entertainment I’m going to be engaging in. Sit me on a couch, blindfold me and throw a book, television or CD at my head. That’s how I roll.
Not a very Easter themed post I’m afraid, but it’s all I’ve got.
No, wait! I also have a belly full of scalloped potatoes. I’m not at all sure what ham and scalloped potatoes have to do with the baby Jesus, but it isn’t Easter dinner without them.
Did I ever tell you about the internal ham toots of 2002? The fella had just eaten his first Easter dinner with our family and mili-seconds after we walked out the door he stopped, got a horrified look on his face and looked down at his belly. I stood open mouthed, listening to an internal toot scream out of what seemed to be his belly button. I don’t think the screen door had even slammed shut yet. Had that internal toot happened a few seconds earlier it would have been the funniest thing ever to have happened at a family dinner. Other than the time my sister’s fake fingernails caught on fire.
Hope you had a Happy Easter and a Matzo ball filled Passover. Back to slightly less random posts tomorrow.