Masterchef Randburg

In my next life I’m sure I’ll enjoy cooking. That’s because I’ll have married a rich person who can afford all the ingredients required to cook awesome food. And the cost of a 3-star Michelin chef to have at my beck and call.

My cooking style has been labelled ‘nouveau single mom’ and is usually a scintillating fusion of ‘viande du porc avec le potatoes mashed with a jus of packet gravy’. Although I do remember that one night I whipped up a pretty good chicken stirfry. I think the Saturn was in retrograde or something but I was certainly never able to replicate it.

There were evenings when, as I served dinner to my daughter, I really felt quite sorry for her and fully understood why she liked to have dinner at my sister’s house so much.  However, I have to admit that, as hormones kicked in, my cooking would reflect the way she behaved (or didn’t) so it devolved into a kind of revenge cuisine. I’m only joking, I’d never been that mean. I mean, I didn’t actually set out to cook badly – it comes naturally – but I was just less apologetic when I did.

Now weirdly and in a strange twist of fate (Saturn had moved into the seventh quadrant) I’ve become a keen watcher of Masterchef Australia.  I don’t understand a lot of what they’re doing, what they’re doing it with, and have no actual interest in wanting to try, but it’s somehow fascinating. Like a mongoose and a snake fascinating. 

The show is generally on while I’m cooking, which means that, while Gary is yelling, ‘Come on, come on, cook from your heart – you’ve only got 3 minutes to go’ and the poor little mongooses are yelling, ‘Yes chef’, I’m rustling up my 2-minute noodle surprise. And it’s then that I wonder what they’d say if they could see what was happening on my stove.

Matt (sliding a look of unfeigned disgust to Gary): “Well, this is interesting!”

George: “I love the way she’s deconstructed the meal in such a way that it looks like an explosion on the plate. I don’t think our theme was ‘Downtown Damascus’ was it, Matt?”

Matt: “No and, my god, and I think she’s used every utensil in the house to make the dish. It’s actually quite impressive really.”

Gary: “I’ll give her points for not over cooking the noodles but that’s about all. I mean, tuna and marmite. That’s bold.”

George (gagging slightly): “A real statement.”

Don’t get me wrong – I love delicious food. And if you’re ever in the kitchen with me, you can ask me to chop a carrot or an onion but please just don’t ask me to cook it.