The MasterChef thing
When Australia was in the throes of a love affair with MasterChef, I wasn’t really interested. This is surprising, considering that food is possibly my favourite thing in the world. It’s 3am and I’m eating brie, strawberries and plums. Throw on a beret and some Edith Piaf and this is Paris.
The hoo-haa about Matt Preston’s cravats was annoying and I desperately wanted Twitter to return to a simpler time when #masterchef didn’t exist. As one acquaintance remarked, “What is a Poh?”
People kept telling me how dramatic MasterChef was and I kept picturing Matt Preston looming over an aspirant chef, smirking, and saying things like, “So—thought you’d make a soufflé, did you?”
Giggles! Then, I finally watched an episode and it was totally like that.
A few weeks later, Preston’s Cravat-A-Licious appeared in bookstores and the cycle of absurdity was complete.