My Kitchen Rules
Monday, Seven, 7.30pm m
Come on, admit it. There’s something about this cooking competition that is insanely addictive. Is it the judges, Manu Feildel (left) with his lilting accent and Pete Evans with hiss shiny white teeth, that keep tempting us back? Is it the blind ambition (or silliness) of the contestants? Or is it simply the devious editing that is able to spruik drama, no matter what happens? A harried contestant, busy whipping up a winning meal in the kitchen, might run out of salt, and it’s the end of the world. A fork might be placed in the wrong spot, and chaos ensues.