Warning: This article contains images of a dead animal some readers may find distressing.
A Masterchef contestant was immediately removed from the show after serving up the judges a questionable dish that had them spitting feathers – literally.
Oh, Masterchef.
There’s nothing better than watching over confident contestants talk themselves up on the VT – only to have them produce an absolute abomination of the dish that the judges’ waste no time in ripping into.
We all like to sit on our sofas, Goggleboxing and declaring that we could do better.
Although this time, most of us probably could because anything would be better than what one contestant served up on Masterchef Espãna.
Saray Carrillo served up a questionable dish. (Masterchef Espana / YouTube)
Sometimes when you’re cooking, not every job is pleasant, and if you want to serve up something that looks delicious and inviting, sometimes you have to get a little bit dirty.
And that’s something this contestant had no plans of doing.
In 2020, Saray Carrillo, 27, was mortified by one of the challenges where she had to pluck and cook a whole partridge.
Unless you’re vegan or vegetarian, cutting up poultry is pretty standard cooking practice, but Carrillo apparently expressed her fear of having to do such a task and took the challenge as a personal attack.
Defiantly, she decided to serve the bird, unplucked, uncooked and unappetising, garnished on a bed of spring onions, some kind of sauce and garnished with a couple of cherry tomatoes.
Take a look:
Umm, yeah. (Masterchef Espana / YouTube)
I think it’s hilarious, but the judges certainly didn’t think so – the only way to describe the look on their faces is ‘p*ssed’.
This was only exasperated more when Carrillo approached the bench with a cheeky smirk on her face, whilst the rest of the contestants looked on in horror by the dish she was presenting.
One judge said something in Spanish that translated to: “This is never seen in MasterChef.”
The judges, rightly so, grilled Carrillo and were not exactly sad to see the back of her.
As she plonked her apron down on the bench and strutted out of the Masterchef kitchen, the judges watched her leave with faces like a slapped a**.
The clip was from a season that aired in 2020 and went viral at the time, and has since been viewed 7.4 million times on YouTube.Play
People were quick to mock the episode on social media.
One YouTube user wrote: “HOW DISGUSTING GOD, I really can’t handle cherry tomatoes.”
Someone else saw fit to quote TV Chef legend Gordon Ramsay saying: “IT’S SO RAW THAT IT CAN STILL FLY!”
While another brutally said: “It is tragic that a person like this is a social educator when in reality she is yet to be civilized.”
I wonder what John and Greg would have made of all this?
MY HUSBAND GOT ANOTHER WOMAN PREGNANT WHILE I WAS ON A BUSINESS TRIP – MY REVENGE MADE HIM SOB.
The sterile scent of antiseptic and the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor had become the soundtrack of my life. My three-year-old son, Leo, lay frail in the hospital bed, his small body battling a relentless illness. And while I navigated the labyrinth of medical jargon and the agonizing uncertainty of Leo’s condition, my husband, Jacob, was betraying me.
A business trip, he’d called it. A chance to network, to secure a better future for our family. Little did I know, the “networking” involved his colleague, Jessie, and a betrayal that would shatter my world.
Jessie’s message arrived like a poisoned arrow, delivered through the cold, impersonal medium of a text message. “Jacob and I… we’re expecting.”
The words blurred before my eyes, the world tilting on its axis. Leo’s illness, the stress, the exhaustion – it all paled in comparison to the searing pain of betrayal. Jacob, the man I had loved for eight years, the father of my sick child, had abandoned us for another woman.
He packed his bags, his movements devoid of remorse. His parting words, callous and cruel, echoed in my ears: “I don’t regret anything. I’m fed up with you and this little burden.”
He left, leaving me to pick up the pieces, to face Leo’s illness alone, to navigate the wreckage of our shattered life.
But amidst the devastation, a flicker of resolve ignited within me. Jacob wouldn’t get away with this. He wouldn’t escape the consequences of his actions. He needed to learn a lesson, a harsh, unforgettable lesson.
I waited, patiently, for the initial storm to subside. I focused on Leo, on his recovery, on rebuilding a life for us, a life without Jacob. I buried my anger, nurturing it, shaping it into a weapon.
Months later, when the dust had settled, I reached out to Jacob. I invited him over, suggesting we discuss the terms of our separation, the logistics of parental rights. He arrived, his demeanor smug, his eyes filled with a self-satisfied gleam. He thought he had won. He thought he had escaped unscathed.
We sat at the kitchen table, the same table where we had shared countless meals, countless memories. I spoke calmly, rationally, discussing the legalities, the practicalities. He nodded along, his eyes never leaving mine, a predatory glint in their depths.
He left that day, beaming, convinced he had secured a favorable outcome. He thought he had manipulated me, played me for a fool.
But the real game was just beginning.
A week later, I filed a lawsuit against Jacob. Not for alimony, not for child support, but for full custody of Leo. And I didn’t stop there. I included a detailed account of his infidelity, his abandonment of a sick child, his callous disregard for our family. I attached Jessie’s text message, the one that had shattered my world, as evidence.
The lawsuit landed on his doorstep like a thunderbolt. He called me, his voice trembling, his bravado shattered.
“What is this?” he demanded, his voice laced with panic.
“It’s a lawsuit, Jacob,” I replied, my voice cool. “For full custody of Leo.”
“You can’t do this!” he sputtered. “I’m his father!”
“You abandoned him, Jacob,” I said, my voice flat. “You abandoned us both. You forfeited your right to be a father.”
“But… but Jessie,” he stammered. “We’re having a baby.”
“Congratulations,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Perhaps you’ll learn from your mistakes this time.”
The lawsuit was a public humiliation. It was splashed across local news websites, gossip columns, and social media. Jacob’s reputation, his career, his new relationship – all were tarnished.
He tried to fight back, to discredit me, to paint me as a vindictive ex-wife. But the evidence was irrefutable. His actions spoke louder than any words.
The court granted me full custody of Leo. Jacob was granted supervised visitation rights, a stark reminder of his betrayal. He was ordered to pay child support, a financial burden that would haunt him for years to come.
He sobbed in the courtroom, his tears a pathetic display of remorse. But it was too late. He had made his choices, and now he had to live with the consequences.
Leo, thankfully, made a full recovery. We rebuilt our lives, stronger, more resilient. We found a community of support, a network of friends who embraced us, who helped us heal.
Jacob, on the other hand, was left with nothing but regret. He had traded a loving family for a fleeting affair, a moment of selfish gratification. He had learned his lesson, a harsh, unforgettable lesson. And I, in turn, had found my strength, my voice, my revenge.
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