It’s the biggest culinary event of the year, just narrowly
edging out the Sutter Creek Chili Cook-off and Car Show. It’s the Season 4
MasterChef Finale. The producers of MasterChef went to every corner of the
country looking for America’s greatest home cooks, like New York and Los
Angeles and Chicago, which isn’t really a corner but you get the picture. Only
big corners were searched apparently, meanwhile Sutter Creek was completely
ignored.
Two Home Cooks remain. First is Natasha. She’s a 26-yr-old
stay-at-home mom from San Diego or South Africa and maybe Croatia. She’s been
overshadowed the whole competition, first in villainy by Krissi, then in beauty
by Jessie, and now probably in cooking by Luca. Though, I do think she’s the
best cook, I’m sticking to my early prediction that a guy is winning this
thing.
And that guy is Luca. Last year, he was cannon fodder,
losing his audition in emotional fashion. Now he’s back, with a character arc
that’s destroying the competition. James’s parents are dead, but that’s nothing
compared to the story of an Italian immigrant rising like a Phoenix from the
MasterChef ashes to claim the prestigious title of America’s Best Home Cook.
He’s lovable and wears his emotions on his apron. The only knock against him is
that he refuses to interact with me on Twitter. #TeamNatasha
Soft piano plays as Natasha’s family is released from the
MasterChef Dungeon. Everyone has beautiful hair.
“My wife is the most amazing person that I ever met in my
life,” says Luca, beginning to choke up, as Natasha with her beautiful hair looks
over at him with admiration. Luca’s wife Kate and his extended family emerge
from the back clapping and singing that grating song that Europeans always sing
during soccer games. One of his family members shares a striking resemblance to
John Locke,
so I’ll be on the lookout for some nefarious activity. But wait, there’s more
family! From Italy, Luca’s sister and father are here. After Luca’s audition,
he spoke with someone he called his father on the phone, and the man
mysteriously had no accent. Will this be cleared up? Is John Locke involved
somehow? Luca hugs his sister while his father repeatedly kisses his sideburns.
The families join the eliminated Home Cooks in the
MasterChef Balcony, which hopefully wasn’t built by the MasterChef Lowest
Bidders.
“We demand perfection,” demands Graham. “A perfectly
composed three-course dinner. One amazing appetizer. One fabulous entrée. And
the most incredible dessert.” Each dish will be judged on appearance, taste,
and adjective.
Natasha and Luca race to the MasterChef Pantry to get
everything they need for all three courses. Meanwhile, the eliminated Home
Cooks give us their predictions. Jordan, dressed as Boo Berry this evening,
likes Natasha because she has some bitch in her. Bri thinks Luca will win
because of his journey and because she understands reality television story
theory. Jessie likes Natasha because she’s so well rounded (re: bouncy). Krissi
thinks Luca will win because he’s a better person, and if there’s anything
thing Krissi knows, it’s good people. It’s just that most of them are in prison
for stabbing others.
For an amazing appetizer, Natasha will be preparing
pan-seared scallops with seaweed salad, couscous, and an heirloom cauliflower
puree. Luca will also be going the pan-seared route, only with duck liver and
toasted French brioche. “You have one hour to make up the most stunning appetizer
you’ve ever made,” Gordon says. Oh shit! Now it has to be stunning instead of
amazing, and they’re not allowed to go back into the pantry! MasterChef is
chock full of exciting twists and turns.
Luca makes a baseball reference because he loves this country.
He really does. Natasha chops purple cauliflower, which is used in every
episode. Regular, boring white cauliflower doesn’t pop on the screen like the
purple stuff.
The judges confer. They agree that Luca is courageous for
attempting to sear duck liver. Joe is concerned that Natasha’s cauliflower may
not work with seaweed. Meanwhile, Natasha is now chopping a new color of
cauliflower. What is that? Goldenrod? I better see a rainbow of different
cauliflowers during my next trip to Walmart.
Joe looks at Luca’s ingredients. “Sweet, sweet, sweet,
sweet,” he says. “No, the chutney’s acidic,” says Luca. “I’m worried that this
dish might be too…,” Joe looks Luca in
the eyes. “…sweet.”
Standing next to an unfortunately wigged Sasha Fox, Krissi
knocks Natasha’s dish from the balcony. Natasha snipes back, “I’m in the
Thunderdome, and you’re not.” And suddenly Sasha’s hair makes more sense.
As time runs down, the crowd goes wild. James cheers like a
madman, John Locke wipes seat from his brow, Jonny B renders his horrible
argyle sweater…
They bring their dishes to the MasterChef Restaurant where
the judges can stuff their faces in private. Natasha’s scallops are tasted
first. Joe loves it. Gordon raves about the cook on the scallops. Graham’s
favorite part is the fluffy couscous. She’s off to a great start.
Luca’s duck liver with brioche, peaches, and pear chutney is
next. Gordon thinks it needed another 90 seconds in the oven. Graham likes it
but is worried that the richness may be an issue if Luca’s entrée is heavy. Joe
says the dish rides the line between savory and sweet and is a triumph. “This
is a masterpiece. Bravo.”
It appears that Natasha has the edge as they begin to
prepare their entrées. She is making a five-spice monkfish with infused jasmine
rice and a coconut curry sauce. Luca is working on beef short ribs with sun
chokes and truffle puree. He’s using the pressure cooker, which means he won’t
be able to monitor his dish as it’s cooking. It’s the Mystery Box of cooking appliances.
Natasha is slicing a mango using the mandolin without a
guard as Jessie faints in the balcony. She wraps the monkfish in some crazy
cow stomach lining. Graham asks if she’ll remove it after it cooks. “Nope,” she
replies. “I’m leaving it on.” Jonny B looks down at the shreds of his argyle
sweater laying in tatters at his feet with regret.
With ten minutes to go, Luca opens his pressure cooker and
looks inside to find Gwyneth Paltrow’s head. Fortunately, it's perfectly
cooked. Natasha’s plating is incredible. Lynn looks down from the balcony with
envy, and a torrent of sweat pours onto the wood floor below.
Natasha’s monkfish is tasted first. Graham says it’s the
best looking dish in the history of MasterChef, and the cook on the monkfish is
perfect. However, there’s too much heat for him, and Gordon nods in agreement.
Meanwhile, Joe thinks the balance is amazing. He’s been quite the contrarian so
far tonight.
Luca presents his short ribs. The judges cut into the meat
to find it’s tender and glistening. Luca sums it up in an interview, “Boom. On
the money.” Gordon loves the short ribs, thinks the puree is a little clumsy,
and though the dish is heavy and may give him a heart attack, he will die a happy
man. “If I’m finishing my entrée at Luca’s restaurant and haven’t had dessert
yet,” says Joe. “I’m already thinking about when I’m going to make my next
reservation.” Graham has a heart attack.
Natasha’s lead has been wrestled away from her by Luca, and
they prepare for dessert. Luca will be making a basil panna cotta with tomato
jam, mascarpone honey cream, and granulated sugar. Natasha says she will be
making a lime panna cotta and a coconut panna cotta, and her strange cadence
while explaining this really did remind me of a robot. I knew it!
#TeamSexyFormelyEvilRobotNatasha
Time begins, and they quickly start panning their cottas.
The judges are worried that Natasha is taking too big of a risk by trying to
make two panna cottas in one hour. #gobig(andbouncy)orgohome
“I’m putting ingredients that are usually for a salad into a
dessert,” says Luca. But it can work if he can make the tomatoes sweet, and if
he remembers to strain his panna cotta – which he forgets to do. He starts over
in a rush. Now they’re both essentially making two panna cottas.
Or are they? Natasha is considering combining her two panna
cottas into one coconut lime dessert. Hold the phone. Now she’s tossing out the
lime. I don’t know what’s going on.
Regardless, Natasha presents only the coconut panna cotta,
which would be fine if she hadn’t said she was making lime as well. Graham
picks his up with his spoon and tests the bounciness. He approves. Gordon loves
his dessert and eats the tiny remains off of Graham’s plate. “You’re bouncing
my taste buds around like they’re inside a pinball machine,” he says. I'm not the only one with bouncing on the brain. #BouncyRobotNatasha. Graham loves it. Joe also loves it but wonders if it was
too simple. “Was there something missing from the dish?” Like, I don’t know, a
lime panna cotta?
Luca presents his salad panna cotta. “Theoretically, it
shouldn’t work,” says Gordon. “But it does. It’s wacky. It’s delicious.” Graham
thinks it’s Luca on a plate, the highest compliment one can receive on
MasterChef, second only to “good effort.” Joe likes the dessert, but since his
role on this episode is as contrarian, he has issues with the structure of the
dish.
Natasha and Luca leave the judges to confer. How will they
decide? “You gotta look at each dish, you gotta look at the progression of the
three-course dinner,” Joe says. “And you gotta look at the journey.” There it
is. The journey. Best story wins as long as no one flat out blew a dish. It
makes sense, though. I can’t tell you how often I’m at a restaurant asking my
server for the chef’s personal story. How else can I decide if something tastes
good?
“For the first time, shall we make it a draw?” asks Gordon.
They shan’t. They’ve made their decision, and come out to the MasterChef
Kitchen to deliver the news.
“This is my dream,” says Luca, confirming another of my
theories. “I just hope when I wake up, I’ll have the title in my hand.” When
you wake up, Luca, you’ll be surrounded by potatoes and cheese with a broomstick in your hand, and we will
all no longer exist.
“My heart deep inside is telling me, yes, I’m going to win
this,” says Natasha who isn’t going to win this.
The judges switch places with them, because standing on the
MasterChef Stage is an honor just barely below having your very own cookbook.
Gordon gives the final decision of the season. “This has
truly been the toughest, the most difficult decision we have ever had to make
in the history of this competition.” Graham
leaves his glasses on. “But as you know, there can only be one winner. One
of you is about to receive a quarter of a million dollars, the opportunity to
publish your very own cookbook, and get their hands on this stunning trophy.” Graham holds the glittering crystal phallus
in his hands. “And one of you will have the right to call yourself a true
MasterChef. The winner of MasterChef…” Natasha
stands proudly with her arms behind her. Luca shares a glance with his wife. “…Congratulations…”
With pressed lips, Graham and Joe look at
Gordon who looks up at the ceiling. “…Luca!”
Confetti flies as Luca rejoices. He hugs Natasha, her
consolation prize.
“I came here from another country because America is the
best place in the world. This is where dreams come true. And now, I am
America’s MasterChef.” Luca cries with joy. His father, whom we still
unfortunately haven’t heard speak #damnyouJohnLocke, wipes tears out from under
his glasses. Kate, Luca’s super adorable wife, is also a blubbering mess. This
is a real feel good moment, a predictable yet satisfying ending.
For her part, Natasha takes it like a champ. She reads the
second place script with a stiff upper lip. “It’s not the end. This is just
going to catapult me to the direction I want to be.”
Gordon sprays champagne onto Luca and his family, and they
begin singing that soccer song again. But let’s not think about that. Let’s
remember the good times we had along the way. Chest tattoos. Beth’s emotional
breakdowns. James’s beard and jokes. The stem of Graham’s glasses. The
walks through the forest. Bri making Krissi shut up. Lynn’s sweat. Paula Deen’s
nightmare of a smile. Bime’s meringue pie. Jessie’s ethereal beauty. Cutie Patootie.
Jonny smash. Jordan’s hoodies minus that one hoodie. Gordon Junior, Joes Junior and
Junior, and Graham Junior Junior. Natasha’s transformation from evil robot to a lovely, real person #whomayactuallybearobot. Walmart steaks. Joe’s spit.
Kindred spirits Bethy and Savannah (who?). The meat man. The sausage machine.
Luca’s fish sauce risotto. And of course, nice guy Gordon Ramsay, who can work
a commercial break like no one in the business.
Thanks for reading, everyone. I’m not sure what show I’ll be
recapping next, but follow my twitter (@joellugar) to hear what I decide.
Cue the confetti. I’m off to Walmart.
This has been a blast to follow - thanks a ton!
ReplyDeleteNotice how when Joe was describing how he'd plate Luca's salad panna cotta- basil jello stuff on top, cream in the middle, tomatoes on the bottom, he's essentially creating an Italian flag. Clever Joe.
ReplyDeleteThat, and how Bethy just casually hands the crystal phallus to Graham.
Good catch.
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