It's the Masterchef finals next week. I can get a bit overexcited about this, and may be prone to some over-long blog posts.
But it's so good! There were mumblings in the media last week along the lines of who are John 'cuddly bear' Torode and Gregg 'pudding me' Wallace are to go about being critics of other people's food.
But they are so nice! This programme is ace not just because of the food pron*, but because they treat participants so well in the edit; if someone screws up, it's balanced with good compliments. If someone has a good dish, the voiceover questions if it has been enough. The judges always say the decision is a difficult one to make and how these are "EXCEPTIONAL" amateur cooks.
It's nice! More niceness on telly, please.
None of this matters because the real star of the show is India Fisher, whose breathy and sultry tones are served up as the delectable voiceover.
One week, just once, I'm waiting for her to get it wrong...
"IT'S LITTLE CHEF... AND THIS WEEK OUR FINALISTS MUST FEED AFRICA TO A BACKGROUND TECHNO BEAT"
(Incidentally, my money is on Comeback Contestant Andy).
Slice and chop on.
* Inevitably, we are dishing up some lazy salad out of a packet or a takeaway in our flat when it's on.