The finale of Masterchef just ended and Whitney Miller was announced as the winner. Finally, a girl won! Hey, I gotta root for my Southern girl. The feminist in me is burning right now. Lol. And what saved her from losing the ultimate culinary arts title? A 7-minute pan-fried chicken. Yes, it's impossible to cook a chicken breast so thick in 7 minutes. And yet, she did it perfectly, since she dropped the first cooked chicken that was fried in over 7 minutes. Seriously, I'm being weird right now. But if you have a problem with my love for this show, I don't give a fuck. This show had really made me totally nuts over professionally cooked meals. Suddenly, I feel like trying my hand on Beef Wellington and chocolate souffle. Though it must take years and years to perfect, I got plenty of time. I like baking more than cooking though because I am a self-proclaimed sweet tooth. And I make a mean carrot cake with cream cheese topping. Haha. Cooking is definitely something that you have to feel passionate about, cos if there's no determination, you're gonna fail and your food? It will taste like shit. Food has to be treated like a real living thing. Think of it as a beating heart. You have to be careful with it, and guard it with your own effing life. I sound so freaking cheesy and yet my words has some truth in it. But, maybe I'll throw away some of the cheese. Being cheesy isn't my thing. I feel grossed out with myself right now. Haha. But seriously, I hope season two of Masterchef is coming soon cos I am so addicted to the show. It doesn't help that I'm a big eater. Food is my life. Literally.
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