The cover of this magazine made me very excited. Not because of Neil Perry (dear God no, not because of Neil Perry) but because I had a sneaking feeling this would be the edition I might be in.
And I was right. It was a lovely feeling to flip through a few pages and suddenly see this:
And I am doubly chuffed as I took the photo. It was my favourite of a series I photographed for the lovely food stylist who contacted me from the mag. Let me tell you I was extremely nervous doing these photos knowing I was going to be sending them to people who spend their days styling and taking exquisite shots. I was very relieved when they got the thumbs up.
For my overseas peeps, Masterchef is a television show in which a slew of amateur contestants compete each week to retain their position in the Masterchef kitchen. Well, you can guess what title the ultimate winner is given. In Australia it is commonly referred to as a ratings juggernaut and has become as ubiquitous as photos of Oprah at the Opera House. That’s the Sydney OPERA house, not Oprah’s actual house.
Sometimes I laugh out loud (not in an evil scientist kind of way, it’s more an incredulous chuckle) at where I am now in my life; ie lawyer to…umm…well I still don’t really know what to call myself but it sure isn’t lawyer – and at the things that happen when you finally start doing something you really love. The rewards don’t necessarily bring those big bucks my former career had the potential for but my goodness the inner cha-ching is enormous.