Desperate Defiance
May. 31st, 2017 08:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyA conversation from last night's Masterchef:
Judge, pointing to four covered dishes: For tonight's cook, you'll get to pick from four herbs. [Lifts first cover] Parsley. [Lifts second cover] Sage. [Lifts third cover] Rosemary. And what do you think is under the final cover?
Very young contestant: I'm really hoping it's coriander.
Judge, pointing to each herb: Parsley. Sage. Rosemary. And...?
Very young contestant: Basil?
Judge, lifting final cover Thyme.
I really hope that someone explained to her later what that was about.
That bavarois was... too dense.
So, yes, Masterchef is back, and although I don't love it like I used to, it is still top entertainment. My favourite part of any episode is when the judges pass judgement, uttering the most extraordinary sentences with portentous tones and ominous pauses. Look out for a few particularly fine examples throughout this entry.
Your beetroot leaf purée was... bitter and coarse.
Yesterday at work, Luke the Admin Lad took delivery of something he'd ordered online for use in meetings. That's right, we now have fidget spinners for the use of people who normally doodle or click their pens. Admittedly, pen clicking is annoying, but I think watching someone play with a fidget spinner would be far more irritating that watching them doodle. Anyway, they are surprisingly heavy. I wasn't tempted.
Your crumb base was too thick and your cake... bulged at the sides.
Our trees have finally been trimmed. Finally, a reliable tree man! There is so much sky now.
My mother was particularly excited to tell me that the tree man's sidekick was a young woman. "I said to her, 'How did you get into tree trimming?' and she said, 'Well, he's my dad'." Still, girls with chainsaws is a generally good thing.
Bring us a dish based around... waffles!
I had an exam today. I think it went well.
I'm afraid there... weren't enough riberries on your emu tartare.
Judge, pointing to four covered dishes: For tonight's cook, you'll get to pick from four herbs. [Lifts first cover] Parsley. [Lifts second cover] Sage. [Lifts third cover] Rosemary. And what do you think is under the final cover?
Very young contestant: I'm really hoping it's coriander.
Judge, pointing to each herb: Parsley. Sage. Rosemary. And...?
Very young contestant: Basil?
Judge, lifting final cover Thyme.
I really hope that someone explained to her later what that was about.
That bavarois was... too dense.
So, yes, Masterchef is back, and although I don't love it like I used to, it is still top entertainment. My favourite part of any episode is when the judges pass judgement, uttering the most extraordinary sentences with portentous tones and ominous pauses. Look out for a few particularly fine examples throughout this entry.
Your beetroot leaf purée was... bitter and coarse.
Yesterday at work, Luke the Admin Lad took delivery of something he'd ordered online for use in meetings. That's right, we now have fidget spinners for the use of people who normally doodle or click their pens. Admittedly, pen clicking is annoying, but I think watching someone play with a fidget spinner would be far more irritating that watching them doodle. Anyway, they are surprisingly heavy. I wasn't tempted.
Your crumb base was too thick and your cake... bulged at the sides.
Our trees have finally been trimmed. Finally, a reliable tree man! There is so much sky now.
My mother was particularly excited to tell me that the tree man's sidekick was a young woman. "I said to her, 'How did you get into tree trimming?' and she said, 'Well, he's my dad'." Still, girls with chainsaws is a generally good thing.
Bring us a dish based around... waffles!
I had an exam today. I think it went well.
I'm afraid there... weren't enough riberries on your emu tartare.