Undoubtedly, you have heard of an armchair quarterback. I have now invented a new one, armchair, MasterChef contestant.
Like millions of
others, maybe not that high, I became obsessed via binge watching the
television show MasterChef. I had heard of it, but never watched it. After
watching a TV show called Pressure Cooker, I found my love of cooking shows and
movies and naturally gravitated to Masterchef. where have I been the last 14
years or so. Watching it, I hated Joe the judge and I loved Joe, in the same
breath. I found myself rooting and cheering some contestants while begging for
others to serve raw chicken. Early on the cooks were okay but as the seasons
moved on they got better and we were privileged to Gordon Ramsey master
classes. Some seasons I disliked because it was obvious who they favorited, but overall, it’s fantastic.
For the record, I
can’t get into Masterchef Junior, the judges are way too nice.
Anyhow while
watching the show I suddenly found myself loving to cook more, trying new
things and techniques.
I’ve always been
a good cook. Masterchef contestant level? No. I was a Mom cook and Nana cook.
Whipping up comfort foods, like Mac n cheese, goulash, sloppy joes and a killer
spaghetti sauce I learned from my grandmother.
But as the seasons rolled on and the contestants got better, so did I. Suddenly I was making a perfectly medium rare filet mignon, my own pot stickers, I could poach a lobster, and do my own pasta. (Albeit I have a pasta machine now). Heck I made a rack of lamb with red wine reduction. Fondant potatoes are once a week. Before Masterchef I didn’t have a clue what a fondant potato was.
My fresh drunken
noodles … the bomb.
My phone camera
roll went from pictures of kids to mainly food I created (Obviously by this blog).
I was serving
myself and granddaughter restaurant quality meals. I stopped getting take out
because I wanted fresh. Not a bad thing right? I slowly became a food snob.
But something
happened, something horrible.
While taking the
path to great cooking I lost my knack for making tasty comfort foods. Or did I?
I learned this
when I decided to make Mac n cheese. It didn’t taste right, gummy. The cheese
was weird. I didn’t do anything different. Had to be a fluke. Then the
confirmation came when I wanted Sloppy Joe’s. Simple right? No. They were
horrible. Meat was hard, the sauce too sweet. One bite and I threw it out. Who
fails at making Sloppy Joes. This lady here.
Ug! What happened
to me? Did I become a horrible Mom cook or did I just get used to elevated
style meals. I don’t even want to try a pot roast. Thankfully my sauce is still
super killer.
Even though I
lost my touch or rather palate for normal foods, I anxiously await season 13.
Let the cooking neuroticism begin.
Sigh.
I really wanted a
Sloppy Joe