We're in the finals week of MasterChef, a BBC cooking competition that is taking up more telly time than I'm happy with to be honest.
I'm afraid I could never take cooking (or indeed anything in life) as seriously as these people do. There's undoubtedly a lot of passion, effort and skill being applied to make these amazing meals, but I can't help thinking that everyone is trying a bit too hard here. After all, it's just food. Right
I'd love to have a chance to take part. I can imagine the hushed and reverential commentary:
"...and Robert is preparing his signature dish, Sausage and Potato Surprise. He's thrown the potatoes in the oven and now he's playing Mario Kart on his Nintendo Switch......"