Puddle Pie Is Australia’s First MasterChef!

Did everyone enjoy the MasterChef finale last night? I know I did. Well, I caught most of it – losing track of time due to a True Blood binge meant I missed the first hour, but the beauty of MasterChef has always been the fact viewers like me can dip in and out of the series and still feel thoroughly involved, so I feel totally qualified to discuss the end of Australia’s favourite new reality series with you.

So! Julie won, even though for a brief moment there the Daily Telegraph jumped the gun and tried to tell us Poh was the victor. Don’t believe everything you read on Defamer Australia, News Ltd!

To be truthful, I didn’t really care about who won MasterChef, because in my mind the real winner was food. And my stomach, because I found myself cooking more at home while the show was on. But I am certainly mildly concerned about Julie’s tendency to break into a literal sweat when the pressure’s on – surely some of that perspiration is dripping into the cuisine!

I laughed merrily at Julie saying “I feel like I’ve climbed Mt Everest!” after serving the judges her chicken dish. I could almost hear Sir Edmund Hillary muttering “Bitch, please” from heaven*.

Also, how divine was the chocolate dessert the ladies had to replicate? My god. At one point, I actually leaned in towards the television screen with my tongue out in an apparent attempt to lick the dessert.

So Julie’s cookbook will be snapped up by a bazillion housewives, and Poh is going to be getting it on (in the cooking sense only, I’m sure) with Princess Di.

Bring on the next series, controversial puddle pies and all! Are you going to watch?

*Stealing from my own Twitter updates! Well, I never! This is how you get instant Defamer Australia coverage on things, people. That, and EXCLUSIVE photos of my dog Rufus at the park.