Sunday Scribblings - "Passion"

A somewhat early Sunday Scribble, considering that last week's scribble took so long to happen! Ofc there's no cookery TV show that I know of called "Topchef" - and equally obviously there IS a real show with a bald guy and a pompous guy as the judges... but I wont name it! heh. I'm also not sure how inspired this effort of mine is, but here goes anyway...

He hated competitive cookery shows. With a passion. He didn’t mind the chef-based programmes so much - those were obviously meant to showcase one person and his or her cooking. Those were okay. Nobody tried to pull down anyone else there. Nobody’s character was shredded finely with sharp criticism, nobody’s nascent career consigned publicly to the rubbish bin.

But pompous shows - like Topchef - really stoked his oven, so to speak. The judges always announced that they were looking for innovation and a fresh approach on food. But the moment anybody – for instance, him – tried to deviate from the “tried-and-tested” route to the untrodden path of true innovation, the all-powerful judges turned on him with sneering remarks that were only thinly disguised as knowledgeable comments. What did a fat, bald "vegetable expert" know about cooking? What did a pompous restaurateur only interested in profit know about real innovative food?

Yes, he hated Topchef. He hated the judges. But he had made it through to the final, although it had been a close call in the previous episode. His food was not very inspiring, the pompous one had said. His food hadn’t inspired any passion, the bald one had said. Luckily for him, the other two competitors had done even worse, so he was through to the final by default.

He was ready for the live show tomorrow. The bald one wanted to feel passion, did he? He was ready for that too. He had a little brown mushroom among his ingredients that would inspire in ol' Baldy the very Passion of the Christ...