Dag alert: I love Masterchef.
Now, I know it has its faults, is probably rigged, and there really should be a female judge on there, but it's still addictive.
I got into it living in New Zealand, when although it was months behind the Aussie screening (and therefore I already knew who had won), it was played at a kid-friendly time.
Gradually, I warmed to it. A. Because it was on at a time when the kids and I could chill out; B. It was watchable, and C. It was one of those few shows we could watch together.
No swearing, no sex (well, apart from the lascivious looks George, Matt and co throw longingly towards certain foods), and lots of stuff we could try at home. (Minus the lascivious looks obviously).
In Australia, it's televised a bit late for my kids to watch on a school night, but we often catch up on school holidays and/or the weekends.
I knew we'd watched too much telly when the kids announced one holiday morning:
"Mumma! We're doing a Masterchef Invention Test and you get to pick the winner!"
Now, I'm a fairly chilled-out mother. I'm pretty happy when my kids want to eat any breakfast at all, so for them to want to cook it? Awesome! (With me keeping an eye on things obviously. Clearly, I didn't want the house to burn down in the process.)