Broadhead says ; 'I just don't get it?'

Fandango Widewheels wrote:Masterchef the Professionals. On last nights episode half of them couldn't butterfly a sardine, make choux pastry or poach a chicken breast. One 'pastry' chef even served up a tarte au citron with a soggy base

Now Scott, I'm no Fanny Craddock, but I would think that being a professional chef would mean you'd have to master most of the above.

Chef's failing the basics on Masterchef the Professionals, I just don't get it.

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Fandango Widewheels wrote:Masterchef the Professionals. On last nights episode half of them couldn't butterfly a sardine, make choux pastry or poach a chicken breast. One 'pastry' chef even served up a tarte au citron with a soggy base

Now Scott, I'm no Fanny Craddock, but I would think that being a professional chef would mean you'd have to master most of the above.

Chef's failing the basics on Masterchef the Professionals, I just don't get it.

Broadhead wrote:

Fandango Widewheels wrote:Masterchef the Professionals. On last nights episode half of them couldn't butterfly a sardine, make choux pastry or poach a chicken breast. One 'pastry' chef even served up a tarte au citron with a soggy base

Now Scott, I'm no Fanny Craddock, but I would think that being a professional chef would mean you'd have to master most of the above.

Chef's failing the basics on Masterchef the Professionals, I just don't get it.

I think i may be able to offer some insight in to your cookery programme based grips here. I will do so whilst tucking in to a couple of Tesco own Scotch Eggs.

I fear you are reading too much in to the word professional here. By professional they mean someone who has been financially rewarded to work in the cooking profession. This can range from someone who is the head chef at a quaint seafood restaurant on the Devonshire coast, right through to a man called Reg, who once got paid to wank off Steve who warms the burgers in the Duck & Drake in Telford. Naturally their talents differ greatly.

The way we will know this is by showing Monica pulling excruciating faces as a portly retard struggles to boil an egg, then on to show Gregs utter delight as A.N. Other adds pretty Rose petals and a Wildebeest trotter & Sunpat Peanut Butter chutney to a gammon toenail.

They will seperate the wheat from the chaff (this may indeed be one of the future challenges) until we are left with a geek who cooks duck hearts in a baseball cap filled with nitrous oxide, a speccy girl who his clearly missing a few faculties yet is strangely alluring and a fat one who we all want to win, yet ultimately sweats too much and drops his pavlovas before they can be served to snotty members of the W.I.

So there you go. Masterchef: The Professionals.

Fandango Widewheels wrote:

I see we have an avid Masterchef fan here.

I'm sorry but in my book, professional means some kind of qualification. It should be 'Masterchef, I get paid to do food'

BBC dumbing down again.