claire, alvin, marion, jonathan and kate. all names which i am now familiar with. these are 5 people i have come to know whilst attending to my laundry on sunday mornings. i am led to believe these are also the names of several former master chef contestants. master chef huh? has our love for competition become so insatiable that we must now see individual pitted (pardon the pun) against individual in who can whip up the richest chocolate parfait (don’t pronounce the ‘t’)? my question, where are the obstacles courses? why don’t I see contestants crawling through barbed wire with a rack of lamb, scaling walls with their roasted flathead, or jumping across riverbeds with pandan crepe’s? in my book, if you can whip up a spinach and feta pie, offer an observation on current day politics, pay the electricity account and then dob a goal from 50, then you can consider yourself a master of chef’s.
join me in protest and gaze upon this wonderful pic. ask yourself, could i rustle up a rib eye in this kitchen?