I have a delicious secret. Literally delicious. I have to admit that I am a bit ashamed of my secret and also a bit embarrassed about it.
It always happens when everyone is at work or at school and I am all on my own at home. My surroundings are nice and quiet, no one grumbling, nagging or interrupting me. I always convince myself that I can do it because it is my lunch-time break from writing or whatever it is I am doing. I mean everyone has lunch breaks, even my kids at school.
I. Watch. Television. During. The. Day.
In defence of myself it is a kind of educational programme and definitely not a soap.
It’s MasterChef. The one from down under. And I just love watching it.
I love the challenges the aspiring chefs are set.
I love to watch how they mix flavours and push themselves to go that extra mile.
I love how they try new stuff.
I love how they sometimes succeed and sometimes fail.
I love watching the chefs doing a master class – the little ideas of how to make your food taste even tastier, the tips of how to get something perfect!
I love the involvement of the aspirant chefs, how they are friends with each other and encourage each other. How they are really sad when a friend has to leave. (Not as cut-throat as the top model-programmes). One contestant even wanted to take the place of another one, but that’s against the rules!
I even cry when a favourite goes out (sigh).
And on top of this, I also know all of their names by now – Ben, Emma, Jules, Amina, Audra, Kylie, Mindy, Andy, Julia ….. I have built their characters around them.
I know, I know. This sounds A LOT like a soap, because I am getting to know my characters, I have my favourites, I get nervous when they in the losing team…
But hey, I am a bit of a foodie, I told you before.