Masterchef is all the rage here in Australia. Its a bunch of amateur cooks, cooking off against each other to create the best dishes. Its on 6 days a week, and it is awesome. I know it SOUNDS boring, and it certainly started off that way, but trust me, for some strange reason it works. None of the judges are the nasty judge either, they seriously want to help these people explore their passion for cooking, and even though there is bitching and all that amongst the competitors, we dont see any of that. (They just sell their stories afterwards to the papers!) We just see people, learning to cook, loving food, and all these great tips.
 
And that is why, I love it. I guess it is no secret that I love to cook. I certainly would NEVER try out for something like Masterchef, because I know my levels of presentation or creative thinking are anything like theirs, but I still love to try out new recipes and techniques. I find it fun (except for the dishes).
 
Because of the show I want to try to make a souffle. I also got confirmation that even though my flourless chocolate cake failed big time, it wasnt because of how I made it. It has made me see the value in fresh herbs, and using actual lemon zest when it says to. 
 
It has also been fun seeing bens reaction to things like fresh basil. He would ask what is this green thing? I really like it. Then he describes how it tastes and how its sooo good. 

It is fun to share those kinds of things together. Ben loves to eat, I love to cook. And certainly, the fancier the dish I make you, the more you know I care! One of the funniest things is having people over for dinner. Ben cant understand why I ask what they like to eat most…  it is simply because I want to make them something they like! My favourite friends to cook for is a girl I used to work with and her fiance. The fiance loves EVERYTHING I make and it is sooo funny! I knew he loved mexican, so I made him mexican pizza when they came over last and was like “OMG give Kylie the recipe!” and I brought Creme Brule cupcakes to their house once, and he ate like 5 of them, and I left them the leftovers and apparently he ate the rest for breakfast.

 
Im not kidding myself in that my food is great. I have failures all the time and nothing looks great on the plate, but it usually tastes nice, and it just another way I can relax. I sometimes chide myself for not having any “real” hobbies like other people. But I know I simply love to read and to cook and daydream!