A poetic tribute to My Kitchen Rules

Home cooking. It’s our dream. It’s got to be perfect. Losing is not an option. We’ve got to nail these dishes. We’ve sacrificed so much to be here. This is our last chance. Simple ingredients. Luxe ingredients. Anything could happen. We need to make a good impression. Can we pull this off? We’ve only got one chance. If it’s not perfect then it’s going to be a disaster. Plating is important. This is us on a plate. We’re under the pump. We’re going as fast as we can. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you too. I’m so proud of us. It looks beautiful. Wow. Tonight it’s all about the food.

Everything works. It’s fresh. I think this is a wonderful display of confident cooking. I cannot wait to see what we get next.

This is going to take us a long time to do. If there are any bones left in here it will be a disaster. I have to keep on top of this. Every one needs to be caramelised. Crispy skin. I need to cook this pasta perfectly, because if I don’t it’s going to be a disaster. This is the worst thing that could happen right now. This is not good. I’m going as fast as I can. There’s so much pressure right now.

(Time’s up. Step away from your benches).

The flavours are beautiful. I just hope it’s enough. We hope that the judges can see the amount of work and love that we put into it.

Very elegant on the plate. Delicate. A perfect dish. Sensational. Perfectly cooked. It’s translucent. The meat is falling off the bone.

This stock needs to reduce. If I don’t get this 100% perfect, the dish is gone. I don’t know what to do. We have to be careful that we don’t overcook this — it can turn in a second and then, game over. It needs to be beautiful and pink inside. Medium rare. This one’s a little bit under. The pressure’s on. We are racing to get everything on the plate. This is panic stations. I’m starting to freak out. This could be the dish that makes or breaks us.

This is a standout dish. They’ve taken this to the next level. This ingredient is the star of the dish.

There’s so much riding on this final dish. It’s all come down to this. Now we’re working as a team. We want to go out with a bang. We want to win this. We put our heart and soul into this. Have we done enough?

There are definitely some elements that I love on this plate. What I love is the combination of flavours. You’ve treated these ingredients with respect.

There can only be one champion.

We need to win for our families.

It’s time for the scores.

 

Anwen Crawford

Anwen Crawford is The Monthly’s music critic.

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