A memoir from the food writer and presenter best known as the host of MasterChef Australia. Overall, it was a decent enough read, but maybe not quite as engaging as I’d have expected. If it was a meal, this would be a Sunday roast, rather than a 3 star / hat delight. Enjoyable enough but you probably won’t remember much about it.
The first half covers his family life and background, his school days and then his working experiences before starting on the show including a brief stint in the army. You get some OK though fairly undramatic anecdotes about growing up in London in what seems like a fairly well-connected middle-class family. It’s entertaining enough though there are no major dramas or bombshells.
The second half covers his experiences and reflections on Masterchef with a bit on what he’s been doing since. It was a decent enough read, though it’s quite “bitty” for want of a better word. Maybe because he’s so used to writing in shorter bursts for magazines, this sometimes feels like a collection of articles rather than a cohesive overall story - even though it follows a timeline and he’s the consistent “hero” of the story.
He can tend to ramble at times and jumps from topic to topic quite frequently. Some stories start interesting then fizzle out without clear resolutions.
He also mentions that there are some parts of the MasterChef production he’s not allowed to discuss for legal reasons. Though you get some insights into what happens on the show, it never really feels like it goes very deep. In fact, the deeper and much more interesting insights come from the many famous chefs and food stars he’s met during his career.
He comes across as a friendly guy with a genuine love of food and people. However, there’s also a bit of pomposity and pretentiousness which to be fair, he mostly owns up to. It’s a decent read with some tasty morsels in it, but it was just a bit too rambling for me to like it more.