Competitive cooking shows are still popping up like a break-out after too much chocolate but, judging by ratings, we can't get enough. As well as feeding cravings for scallop ravioli and chef spouses, these shows feed off a little light voyeurism. Like other reality-TV stalwarts such as The Bachelor, they're all about getting emotionally involved with the characters (oops, contestants). The elimination-style format builds suspense as we gun for our favourite, desperately hope their macaron tower won't topple, and watch the tears of joy and disappointment flow.
Unfortunately, many such shows are all exaggerated drama, breathless hyperbole, hackneyed cooking metaphors, gyrating cameras and over-editing. But Aussie import My Kitchen Rules keeps all that to a minimum and focuses on its talent.
In the first episode of the fourth season, which premieres tomorrow on TV2, 12 pairs of friends, couples or relatives are welcomed to the studio and divided into two groups. In each group, the six teams (each representing one Australian state) will take turns cooking for the judges and the other teams, who all rate their competitors' meals. This is daft. Given the lowest-scoring team will eventually be eliminated, what right-minded contestant would award their competitors anything more than a 7 out of 10? Why not leave it to the judges?
Fifty-something "childhood sweethearts" Kerrie and Craig are first up. They transform their Melbourne home into a 1970-style instant restaurant, then serve up a three-course meal that made me crave something other than packet pasta for dinner.