Well... I had an incredible experience on December 5th, 2010. I auditioned for Masterchef Season 2 in downtown Chicago. Weeks before, I filled out an application on-line to audition and then thought about not going as it was one of the coldest days. But, the Wednesday before, the casting company called to invite me to attend and bring my dish. Well... Cold or not I though why not? Sounded like fun. I thought it was a big deal to get invited but they invited hundreds of others as well. Made me go which I am glad I did. The experience was priceless.
I arrived downtown at 8:00am. The slotted time was 9:00am so I thought I'd get a coffee and wait around the corner from the School. As I'm sitting and sipping my coffee, I see dozens of folks with wagons, coolers, bags and food wrapped in blankets. I thought , oh my gosh! There will be hundreds in line. So I hustled out and stood in line. Again, I thought I was special with my 9:00am time slot. Didn't matter. I still had to wait my turn. I was given number 175.
I was ushered in, picture taken and then the wait. I won't go into details. We had to step back outside for a photo and the film crew was there filming Graham Elliot. So it was a lot of back outside, inside, back out and then wait.
15 of us were taken to a room and we had minutes to plate our dish. I brought a spice cake with some Bavarian cream and some cookies. My plate looked minuscule compared to all the others. The rules stated that it was to be served room temperature. It was so cold that day so I thought a cake would be the best.
Long story short, I made it all the way that day to the end! I was walking on cloud nine. OH MY GOSH! I won today!! I couldn't believe it. I think I was happy for a month just because I made it.
I then had to do a on camera interview two days later. If I would of had the same attitude that I had on Sunday, I might of had a better chance. But I think I was nervous and didn't have the "I Don't care how this goes" attitude that I had on Sunday. It was fun but I wasn't what they were looking for. I think I knew that day I wasn't going to be picked.
But, they were calling all the winners in January. So for about a month, my imagination was getting the better of me. Hollywood and all the glamor was all I thought about. Christmas and New Years were a blur.
January 14th was the date. I didn't get the call. My Dad said I wasn't crazy enough.
It's OK. I has a winner for a day. The chef that tasted my food liked it so that in itself is winning. I wish I knew his name because he made my day.
Thanks for reading. I was a MasterChef hopeful. HA HA Me and 10,000 others. Bless you all.