Can anyone put a date on when TV chefs became the coolest kids in school?
Cooks who happen to have landed shows on the box suddenly seem to be treated like deities.
The likes of Paul Hollywood and Gordon Ramsay stride around as if they are Formula One drivers, rock stars or Premier League footballers.
Mary Berry is treated like a cross between Mother Teresa and Marie Curie.
For what it’s worth I loathe cookery programmes - which often causes friction with Mrs Grundi.
I know what you’re thinking. They encourage people to get off their backsides, into the kitchen to make healthy grub. Problem is, they don’t encourage me to cook at all. They encourage me to eat, but that’s very different.
They make me want to shovel food down my face like a man possessed.
I’m on the phone to a takeaway or rushing down to the supermarket’s cakes section before the theme tune to the Great British Bake Off has finished.
They also seem to have directly replaced travel programmes on our TV schedules, which troubles me greatly.
Who decided we are more interested in cookery than travel? Now the recession is over can’t we get Wish You Were Here back on?
I’d take Gloria Hunniford cruising round the Greek Islands over Mary Berry with an apple pie any day of the week.
I suppose it’s yet more evidence of dumbing down by the TV companies.
After all, it hardly costs a lot to set up a camera in someone’s kitchen and have them cook up a Sunday roast.
David Attenborough is right to be asking for more wildlife documentaries and high brow shows. John Logie Baird surely didn’t have Ready, Steady, Cook on his mind when he invented the TV.