8 weeks of head-shaking and smug superiority from my sofa. "Supposed to be a professional chef and doesn't know how to make a beurre blanc / joint a pheasant / poach a salmon?"
Actually I have no great opinion of my own cooking, except that I do the simple things well (or at least, with care) and can manage the basic technical tasks - decent knife skills, consistent emulsion sauces, accurate judgement when sauteeing, that sort of thing.
Solid, but dull. That's how I'd describe my culinary abilities.
My favourite bit is when they unearth the ones have clearly never done anything more complex than add a garnish to something they've reheated in a microwave and ask them to prepare lamb sweetbreads. Very funny imo. It gets a bit boring after that.
There was that private chef who made the final a few years back with his horrific poncified vegan nonsense and then dropped dead while running the London Marathon. How I laughed.
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'