My Kitchen Rules screens tonight on Seven from 7-8.30pm.
The blurb says: Still in Melbourne, super mums Kim and Suong take to the kitchen to share the flavours of their Vietnamese heritage, while at the table a shock insult sparks the biggest blow up of the season.
So, do we think these ladies can cook? Surely yes, although, traditionally, desserts have been the downfall of contestants of Asian descent.
Kim and Suong have seven kids between them, so I’m guessing they are great time managers and good cooks. When you hear them speak about being refugees and knowing the value of food, it makes all the nastiness that goes on at the table seem even more inane.
Clueless non-cook has never had Vietnamese and thinks he will be eating fried rice, and yet his partner presumably considers herself a foodie. Does she never take him out?
The ladies are cooking: entree of Vietnamese pancake, main of beef pho (yum, yum, yum!). If I didn’t already know they were from Melbourne I would twig they at least weren’t from SA due to the masses of plastic bags.
I really hope they have enough time to develop the flavour of that pho broth – my Vietnamese friend usually takes a weekend to make hers.
Dessert is banana fritters with coconut cream.
I love that they brought extra gas burners with them but I agree with floral dress Mum that it’s a worry having to season so many new woks.
But I love this exchange even more: “If it’s not non-stick then we are in shit.” “It’s all right, babe.”
The guests arrive and we’re treated to some delightful racism in a talking head from the Least Plastic of the Plastics: “We’re definitely hoping there is no domestic family pets on the menu tonight.”
Kim’s worst fears are realised; the woks are not properly seasoned and the pancakes are sticking.
At the table everyone is doing their camera bits “it’s going to be delicious” when Roula starts muttering “I reckon it’s going to be really shit … I don’t give a f— what they serve us”. Is she drunk? “I’m giving them a two.” Her friend tries to shush her and there are many sidelong glances from the other teams. Roula seems to forget she is wearing a microphone: “That’s not going on camera. No one can hear me. I don’t care.”
And this is why MKR needs to change its scoring system.
The mums have to ditch the woks and just use one regular frypan to cook all the pancakes.
At the table Roula and friend have a massive fight with the Plastics and it’s like a scene from some teenage dance off movie where they end up doing a hiphop battle in a dark alley, even though one of them is only trained in ballet.
Finally, entree is served and it’s massive. They could have cut the pancakes in half and saved themselves some time.
The judges taste: Pete says they took too long but it’s delicious. Manu agrees and the soz was well balanced.
The contestants demolish their dishes except for Roula, who won’t eat the egg pancake. Sweetheart, if Pete can suck it up to eat something fried, so can you.
Roula and BFF start with the down talking. Why even bother? Just say it was great, then score low.
Back in the kitchen the mums are straining the stock in industrial-sized buckets placed on the floor. I love it. And they do a taste test bowl of pho – so few teams do this basic step. Kim decides the raw beef is too chewy. It’s been cut in the wrong direction at the butchery. Luckily a few small pieces are correctly cut.
The judges taste: Pete says it’s okay that they did not make their own noodles (Sidenote: Contestants on MasterChef have made their own but they have only had to do enough for one to three dishes. The fact that Pete said it was cool should be enough to make contestants realise what’s what) . Manu says the flavour could be a bit more developed. Everyone likes the pho except the down talkers.
It’s on to dessert and the “marinating” of the banana in sugar has not sweetened the bananas as much as they’d like.
Back at the table NoodleGate explodes and they are both as bad as each other. Main Plastic (who at least fairly praised the food) calls non-Roula a cow. Ouchies. There’s a dramatic walk out and crying.
Everyone at the table is over it.
Roula knows how to cheer up non-Roula – by telling her the Plastics are “fat”. I can’t wait until she sees dessert is deep fried.
The judges taste: Manu did not like the mango sauce but Pete did. They pick the bananas were not ripe – Pete says they could have cooked the bananas a bit first to sweeten them.
The teams score: Italian bros 6, Stuss and Steve 7, Plastics 7, Hipster Hat 6, Non-cook 5 (they don’t say it but they must be getting worried because they have not yet cooked), Waitresses 7, Roula and non-Roula 3. Total: 41 (same group score as Italian bros.)
Judges: Pancake – Pete 9 (would have been 10 if it had not taken so long, Manu 8. Pho – Pete “bloody good” 9, Manu 9. Banana fritter – Manu 5, Pete 7.
Total: 88. They are in first place. Kim tells us eight means “luck”.
(Sidenote: Mr Juz – who never watches MKR – was in the room when the voiceover guy spoke and immediately asked what the hell was up with the loud, hamminess.)
Tomorrow: Non-cook almost electrocutes himself using a food processor.
MORE TO COME