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Another Magnificent Masterpiece From Masterchef.

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Giovanna Ryan, Steve Kielty, Saliha Mahmood-Ahmed

For year, after year, after year it is my favourite telly. The perfect antidote to days full of stress and idiots.  Nothing but nothing enables me to turn off and immerses me as completely as Masterchef in all its variants but this one, the main one, that turns amateur cooks into professional chefs is the best.

As usual I’ll stick my neck out and pick the winner.  I’m usually wrong but my controversial choice this year is Saliha.

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May 12, 2017 at 6:09 pm

It’s Masterchef Finals Night.

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Jack, My Tip For 2016 Masterchef Champion.

Jack, My Tip For 2016 Masterchef Champion.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it againagain and again, Masterchef is my favourite TV entertainment programme.  Every year it just seems to get better.  The producers do an excellent job of adding little twists and new ideas to the format and it never fails to keep me entranced.  For the contestants, getting to the final is an almost guaranteed pass into a shot at a restaurant business.  That’s how influential it’s become.

I like it in all its varieties: the celebrity show, the professional show but the original, where amateur cooks elevate themselves to a professional standard, remains the  best and the most inspiring.

I just love the music, often highlighted with the sound of chopping onions or a blast on a food processor. It’s somewhere between house and trance and I often find myself doing a clumsy boogie around the lounge as I’m watching.

This year has been poignant for me because my mother shared my love of the show and we would watch it together or chat about each episode on the phone.   I found myself talking to her about it last night as I watched the penultimate episode and there she was sitting with me on the sofa once again.

My tip for this year’s champion?  It’ll be Jack, a very talented young man.

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May 6, 2016 at 5:26 pm

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Masterchef. It’s My Secret Pleasure.

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masterchef7I love Masterchef. Every year, in every version: the original, professional, junior, celebrity – I’m sure they’ll come up with another one soon.

This is finals week and I never knew you could get teared up about cooking!

My hot tip is Natalie, the ‘common as muck’ but charming ingenue.  Personality plays a big part.

It’s worth watching.  The music, which reveals the rhythm of cooking, is a vital ingredient.

Watch clips here.

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May 1, 2013 at 8:04 am

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Cooking Doesn’t Get Tougher Than This!

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I's Da Boys!

It doesn’t get more entertaining either.  Masterchef is back and, yet again, it’s better than ever.

The producers have made some little tweaks here and there.  All of them are improvements.  The individual skill test in front of Greig and John is wonderful, confrontational, dramatic, even excruciating at times!

It is extraordinary that even the very best restaurants will now let in Masterchef contestants as guinea pigs in their kitchens.  That is the power of television.

The secret ingredient?  I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again- it’s the music.  That’s what makes it so compelling.  It’s the relentless driving beat.  I don’t know whether it’s house or trance or what but it’s addictive.  It’s the one.  I’m totally, utterly,  obsessed, enslaved to it.  I couldn’t dream of turning over!

The Great British Menu

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I love food programmes.  It’s probably because I’m a glutton.  Saturday Kitchen is a must.  I organise every Saturday morning around it.  James Martin has done a wonderful job with his show.   I remember how excruciatingly awkward he was to begin with.  Now he’s become the epitome of the accomplished, almost suave TV chef.   I love it.

Masterchef?  It’s the one.  The music.  The relentless driving beat.  I don’t know whether it’s house or trance or what.   It’s clubbing.  Its addictive.  It’s the one.  I’m totally, utterly,  obsessed, enslaved.   It’s much, much better than sex!

Now the Great British Menu is back with its useful, early evening slot.  It sets me up for a TV night in.  There’s the lovable, opinionated Matthew Fort, the sweet and incisive Oliver Peyton and, forgive me ma’am, the royal, dignified, supreme Prue Leith.  These are the judges but it’s the boys (with one exception) in the kitchen that make the show.  The new format, where an uber TV-chef pre-judges three pretenders, works very well.  It’s a triumph really because they’ve taken their material and hugely padded it out, yet It’s better for it.  This is the ultimate lesson in how to make great TV in a recession.

The rivalry and camaraderie between the contestants is an extraordinary combination and really seems to get the best out of each of them.

Apart from the election, it’s the most entertaining thing on television.