MASTERCHEF DRAMA: At Long Bloody Last, Ray Is Finally Gone

PREVIOUSLY ON MASTERCHEF AUSTRALIA: We eliminated Tamara only for her to be granted entry back into the competition the very next night because this show is a goddamned carousel that no one will ever be truly allowed to get off. What *in the living hell* is the point of bringing back all the previously eliminated contestants – now with bonus actual-commercial-kitchen experience – only to go “Yeah nah whoever was eliminated last can just jump back in.”

Give me a fucken break.
But anyways SPEAKING OF ELIMINATIONS!!!!
AND NOW, LAST NIGHT.

There’s one in every season. Someone who achieves a much higher place finish than they have any right to, mostly through dumb luck.
Someone who, for lack of a better phrase, kind of just fails upwards. Someone who realises that you don’t actually have to win any challenges in order to succeed in ‘MasterChef‘, you just have to be not last a whole bunch of times.
This year? That was Ray.
Oh, Ray. Infuriating, mechanical, monotone Ray. A man with all the outward emotion of a dead squid.
Ray’s almost baffling ability to constantly dodge elimination has been legendary throughout this season. He has outlasted cooks that are, on paper, far and above what he is capable of. He outlasted Jess. He outlasted Bryan. Hell, technically speaking he even outlasted Tamara (for a bit).
His methodical doctoral approach to the kitchen, combined with the fact that just about every goddamned elimination challenge he’s been in has featured a freakin’ recipe, has seen him get very good at being not last, much to the viewing audience’s chagrin.

BUT NOT LAST NIGHT.

Last night’s elimination put Ray in a position he’s been fearing all along: a pot luck challenge.
And despite Arum trying very fucking hard to keep him in the competition, Ray’s attempt at reinventing fish & chips was finally, *FINALLY* enough for him to get the boot.
Look at it.

It looks like the cover shot on one of those faded cookbooks from the 80s that has shit in it like “jellied chicken” or “ham and banana hollandaise.”

Ray’s inglorious departure was not lost on those following along on Twitter, either.

Full credit to him, but. His own self-roasting on social media was impeccable.

Where the hell was that level of sarcasm while you were on the set, ya wooden gronk?

Sweet Baby Ray is gone, and the competition now marches on with only the cream of the crop remaining. And also Arum.
You’re next, m8.
NEXT TIME: Oh no. Oh no no no no no no no.
It’s bloody HESTON WEEK.

The anthropomorphic thumb of the culinary world returns for an entire week of forcing amateur cooks to make beef balloons or prawn condoms or like… it’s a cheeseburger but it looks like a copy of ‘Hook‘ on VHS?

Help.

Photo: Channel Ten.

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