“Reading one book is like eating one potato chip.”
I do love Masterchef for a bit of non-intellectually taxing telly. It’s like The X Factor but less obnoxious and with food.
This half-hour episode is apparently the twelfth in the current series, and it’s a semi-final: four cooks (whittled down from twelve who compete in hour-long episodes on Wednesdays and Thursdays) take part in the palate test, where they have to copy a dish made by John Torode at the beginning of the programme, and a round involving face-to-face judging by a food critic. Much pasta is cooked, many mistakes are made, John pokes unhelpfully at undercooked food and Greg makes each of his four facial expressions over and over again.
It has to be said that this wasn’t a particularly gripping episode. Mainly I like looking at the food, but to be quite honest ravioli and dry pork chop are not my favourite food items. Then there’s the astonishing arrogance of the guest food critic Jay Rayner (who writes for The Guardian and The Observer): “I’ve been a food critic for almost fifteen years.” Fifteen years? Gosh! That’s almost a third of the time Mary Berry’s been cooking! I particularly enjoyed the bit where the judges announced his name and everyone looked blank.
Still, not bad with a bit of Easter egg.
Oh, and a happy birthday to Queen Elizabeth II. It’s not every day you turn 88.