It’s Confirmed: ‘MasterChef’ Gives All Of Us A Fuckload Of Anxiety

My beautiful work colleagues love MasterChef, and write incredibly knowledgable and passionate pieces about the show. I am not one of them.

I haven’t watched the show in a very long time – in fact, I haven’t watched the show since Poh in season 1 – so, before tonight, I’d lived a very blissful 11 years, watching television that didn’t make me want to fucking scream cry over a pork belly (*foreshadowing*).

Then tonight’s episode happened. I hadn’t mentally prepared myself for the feelings I would inevitably feel.

You know the Vine of that kid on Junior MasterChef who had to restart his potatoes? Imagine this panic… but inside an already-anxious Gen Z after watching 5 minutes of a reality TV cooking show. (Me. I am the already-anxious Gen Z.)

From near pastry fuck-ups to that blasted pork belly, I had not remembered MasterChef to be this anxiety-inducing.

In an attempt to cope with my newfound stress, I moved the laptop to the corner of my living room. Distance, I thought, would calm my nerves.

It did not. I then put the episode on mute, but my eyes couldn’t help but wander to the beads of sweat on everyone’s foreheads and Gordon Ramsay yelling.

It was a lot for a Tuesday night in isolation, particularly as I live with no-one but my stress, inability to unwind and poor cooking skills.

With this in mind, here are some of the best #MasterChefAU tweets, using ‘anxiety’ and ‘stress’ as the focus keywords. You’re so welcome.

Bon apple teeth. I need a shot.

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