My Kitchen truly does rule roost
DO you remember when cooking shows were strictly the domain of morning television, and only ‘ stay-at-home-mums’ (what a quaint, denigrating term that now sounds) watched them?
Of course you do. It was about half an hour ago. Which means you also remember when the only cooking men did was at a barbecue, with long tools— suspiciously long tools— and they’d only handle meat? Not all men, obviously, because the other men who cooked were chefs who wore massively tall hats. Where did those hats go?
Now if you go into a kitchen they’re wearing hair nets of the kind drug dealers wore on the first season of Breaking Bad.
I wonder about the workplace health and safety implications of some of those outfits on My Kitchen Rules. That must be some liability insurance Coles is forking out. But what a rollercoaster it has been — New Idea, March 5: Triple Wedding Here Come The MKR Brides! (‘‘We’d like a small wedding,’’ Megan says, ‘‘ I really want it to be about us and make sure it’s the most wonderful day.’’)
New Idea, March 12: MKR Shock Love Crisis! (Megan confesses there were moments throughout the show when things between her and Andy, 41, reached boiling point and she was forced to question her upcoming marriage. ‘‘ There were times when I thought I don’t want to be with this guy . . . We got on each other’s nerves quite a bit.’’)
So we’ve established My Kitchen Rules isn’t about cooking then. Nothing is about what we think it is on television. Most cooking shows are about travel. Masterchef is about the judges. Or it was. That may not be the case this year. I don’t know where they’ve got left to go. The Renovators may have hurt it, I think, in intangible — and tangible — ways. And so, you would’ve said, has My Kitchen Rules.
MKR isn’t even a very slick show. (Judges eating out of the same bowl?)
It’s not the best cooking show on television. But it’s the most popular. And on TV that amounts to the same thing.