The last two days of my life have been somewhat awesome in the weirdest way.
There was intense boredom (due to lots and lots – as in 13 hours – of waiting around yesterday and 11 hours today) coupled with exhilaration (at being where I was) , stress (about what I had to do) and excitement (at just being a part of it).
Is the cryptic-ness of it all driving you all mad?
I got an audition for the inaugural Australian Master Chef.
Yesterday was the first round.
I was there at 7.30am and finally went into the culling room at 8pm.
It was a long long day on two hours sleep and a hell of a lot of adrenalin.
They rang me at 9.45pm last night to say I’d been selected to the next round.
So from the 200 chosen in NSW I had got to the Top 50 of the State.
I was back there today to cook for the judges.
Again, 7.30am start.
I went in to the studio for filming at 6pm.
Again, another long day with a lot of adrenalin.
Two of the judges didn’t like what I’d cooked – not as in it was bad but just that it wasn’t good enough.
The third judge loved it.
I was given the arse.
Of course, after all the excitement, adrenalin and waiting my immediate reaction was a lot of crying.
When it airs in Australia just look for the fat sweaty red-faced woman blubbering and that will be me.
Anyway, it was an absolute blast.
I was just stoked to get to today.
Quite frankly, the thought of being away from my family for up to 12 weeks was not high on my list of life goals.
It was a great deal of fun, I got to meet a stack of wonderful fellow foodies and I have a fridge full of vanilla creme, chocolate mousse and lemon curd (which was left over from yesterday’s dish we had to take with us – for which I did a trio of tarts) to ease my wounded ego (not).
In far more important news, Felix had his first day today at his new school. There were a LOT of tears last night when he realised I wouldn’t be able to take him this morning but my big brave boy sucked it up and soldiered on.
When I got home tonight the bigger boys were all over me and Felix said, ‘Don’t worry mum, you’ll always be the best chef in the world to me’.