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?
A Woman Threw Away Her Childhood Jacket at the Dump – The Next Day, a Homeless Woman Showed Up at Her Doorstep Holding It
After Catherine tossed a childhood jacket, she thought she had let go of her painful past. But the next morning, a knock at the door brought her face-to-face with someone she hadn’t seen in decades and forced her to make a choice she might end up regretting.
That Saturday morning started like any other. Catherine tied her hair up, pulled on her faded blue sweatshirt, and grabbed a bucket of cleaning supplies. Her husband, Andrew, had taken the kids into the city to run errands, and she’d decided to tackle the attic, something she’d been putting off for months.
A woman in her 30s standing in a dirty attic holding cleaning supplies | Source: Midjourney
As she climbed the ladder, she felt a slight chill in the air. January wasn’t exactly the best time for attic cleaning, but it was better than leaving it undone.
Dust motes floated in the thin streams of light peeking through the small attic window as Catherine started opening old boxes. Each one was like peeling back a layer of her life: baby photos of her kids, mementos from her college days, and even her wedding veil.
But at the bottom of a weathered trunk, she found a small red jacket.
A red jacket in a trunk in an attic | Source: Midjourney
She froze, the sight of it pulling her back to a memory she thought she’d buried. She could almost feel the icy wind on her cheeks and hear the creak of the heavy oak doors at that old children’s shelter. It had the name of a saint that Catherine couldn’t remember.
But she would never forget being four years old, holding on to a second-hand teddy bear and being dressed in that jacket, as her mother knelt in front of her.
A little girl wearing a red jacket, looking sad, in front of a building outside in the snow | Source: Midjourney
“Be strong, Katie,” her mother had whispered with trembling lips. With a kiss on the forehead and one last lingering glance, her mother was gone, swallowed by the snow and darkness.
Catherine hadn’t seen her since.
She stared at that small jacket, her fingers tracing the frayed edges. For years, it had been a symbol of resilience. But now, holding it, she wondered if it had also been holding her back. She was no longer that abandoned child.
A woman in her 30s holding a red jacket and thinking in an attic | Source: Midjourney
She was a successful business owner, a wife, and a mother to two kids, Tom and Tana. Maybe it was time to let go.
Before she could second-guess herself, she carried the jacket downstairs and out to the curb. The trash bin lid creaked as she lifted it and tossed the jacket inside.
It felt oddly liberating, like closing the final chapter of a painful book.
***
The next morning, Catherine was just blinking awake when Andrew’s voice rang out from downstairs. “Honey, you need to come downstairs!”
A woman in her 30s just blinking awake in the morning in bed | Source: Midjourney
She frowned and stood, throwing on her robe on the way to the door. “What’s going on?” she called out as she walked to the stairs.
When she reached the bottom, she saw Andrew standing at the front door, and their kids peeking out from behind him, eyes wide with curiosity. On the porch stood an older woman in tattered clothes. Her face was weathered and lined.
But what Catherine noticed most was that the woman clutched the red jacket in her hands. Her heart skipped a beat.
A woman in her 60s, disheveled and wearing dirty clothes, stands outside a front door timidly holding a red jacket | Source: Midjourney
“I found this in your trash,” the woman said, her voice shaky but strong. “I… I always dig up things in the bins around this area. I was… looking for something to keep warm, and I saw it. But then I realized… I recognized it.”
When their eyes met, something inside Catherine shifted; the woman looked familiar in a way that made her stomach churn.
“Hi, Katie,” the woman said softly as tears pooled in her eyes.
For a moment, Catherine couldn’t breathe. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “It can’t be.”
A woman in her 30s standing at the bottom of home stairs looking shocked | Source: Midjourney
“It’s me,” the woman said, clutching the jacket tighter. “It’s your mama.”
Andrew cleared his throat. “Maybe you should come inside,” he said gently, gesturing for the woman to venture into the house.
Catherine nodded and waved the woman over. They went into the kitchen. The kids lingered in the doorway. They were old enough to know that their mother didn’t have a mother because she had been in shelters and foster homes all her life.
So, this was probably confusing.
Two kids standing in a doorway looking curious and confused | Source: Midjourney
The woman, Margaret, sat at the kitchen table, her hands still holding onto the jacket. Catherine set a mug of tea in front of her.
“Honey,” Catherine said, gesturing to Andrew. “Can you take the kids outside to play in the snow?”
Her husband nodded and moved their reluctant kids away. They would explain what happened later, but for now, this was an adult conversation.
Once they left, Catherine sat in front of Margaret with her cup of tea. After a tense silence, she finally dared to ask, “Why now? After all these years?”
A cup of tea on a kitchen table | Source: Pexels
Margaret stared into her tea, her eyes glistening. “I never wanted to leave you, Katie. I swear I didn’t. But I was drowning. I had no money, no food, and barely a roof over our heads. No one would hire me and even if they did, I had no one to watch you. I thought the shelter could give you what I couldn’t.”
“You just… left me,” Catherine croaked. “You didn’t even try.”
In Margaret’s eyes, Catherine saw decades of regret. “I thought I was doing what was best for you. I told myself you’d hate me less if you grew up thinking I didn’t want you, instead of seeing me fail you every day. I pictured you being adopted by a rich family.”
A little girl in a red jacket, happy with two adults in the background on a snowy day | Source: Midjourney
Catherine clenched her fists at the words. She wanted to scream and tell Margaret to leave because none of that had happened. Her childhood had been more than rough. No one ever truly loved or cared about her.
That’s why she’d built her current life, from the ground up, with her sweat, blood, and tears. But she wouldn’t turn Margaret away. Catherine wanted to believe her.
“Well, that dream didn’t happen. And I don’t know what you want from me now,” Catherine said finally. “I’m not that little girl anymore. I’ve built a life, a good one, but it was so tough to do it. I don’t know if I can let you in it.”
A woman in her 30s at a kitchen table with a cup of tea looking sad and upset | Source: Midjourney
Margaret nodded slowly. “I understand. I don’t deserve to be a part of your life, and I see what you’ve built. It’s so much more than anything I’ve ever had. I just… I had to see you after I found the jacket. Not only that, but I had to know you were okay. That you were doing better than me, and I’m glad that you are.”
With those words, Margaret took just a small sip of her tea and stood. Catherine watched as her long-lost mother walked to the front door, her shoulders hunched in shame.
A woman in her 60s sitting sadly at a kitchen table with a cup of tea | Source: Midjourney
She was going to let her go, just like the jacket, but she stood. “Wait,” she called, and Margaret turned her head slightly. “You can stay for today and tonight. But after that… we’ll see.”
Margaret’s face lit up. “Thank you, Katie. Thank you.”
That night, Catherine gave Margaret clean clothes and a hot shower and set her up in the guest room. Before bed, Catherine handed her $2,000 in cash.
A woman handing over a wad of cash | Source: Pexels
“This is for you,” she said. “You can use it to get back on your feet, or you can leave tomorrow and never come back. It’s your choice.”
Margaret hesitated, her eyes shining bright with tears. “I’ll make it count, Katie. I promise.”
The next morning, Catherine woke early and went downstairs, half expecting to find the guest room empty.
It was. The bed was neatly made, and Margaret was gone. Additionally, the cash was nowhere to be seen. Catherine sighed, shaking her head. She should’ve known better.
A neatly made bed in a nice room | Source: Pexels
She was relieved they’d only introduced Margaret to the kids as an old friend, not their grandmother.
Catherine knew her kids were skeptical of this explanation, especially since they’d overheard Margaret saying, “Your mama,” but they would have to forget about it.
She didn’t want them to experience any kind of abandonment. Their lives had to be different from hers. Feeling it again was already painful enough.
Two hours later, as the family sat down to eat breakfast, the sound of a key turning in the lock made them all freeze.
A key in the front door of a house with the door opening | Source: Pexels
The door opened, and Margaret walked in, her arms full of grocery bags.
“Good morning! I went out to the market early. I thought I’d make some soup for lunch,” Margaret said with a small smile. “And maybe roast a chicken for the kids. Oh, I grabbed the keys from that bowl. I hope you don’t mind.”
Catherine blinked as her eyes darted between her mother and Andrew. “No,” she said softly. “I don’t mind.”
Andrew smiled and seeing their parents happy, the kids got excited about roasted chicken.
Margaret spent the day cooking and playing with the children. By dinnertime, the house was filled with warmth and laughter as she doted on Tom and Tana.
A woman in her 60s cooking in the kitchen smiling while two kids are helping in the background | Source: Midjourney
It was something Catherine would never have expected in a million years. Even more surprising was the fact that she didn’t want Margaret to leave.
A few days later, she told her children who Margaret truly was, and a little more about her childhood, as well as why Margaret hadn’t been around until now.
They took the story seriously, but their hearts were so pure they forgave Margaret immediately, and it only took a few more weeks before they started calling her grandma.
Two kids smiling happily in a living room | Source: Midjourney
So, Margaret stayed and became a part of their lives. She helped with the kids, lent a hand with Catherine’s jewelry business, and even showed a knack for designing new pieces.
Catherine forgave her mother, not all at once, but slowly, piece by piece. And in doing so, she found something she didn’t know she needed: a family that felt complete.
Eventually, she bought a new red jacket to symbolize this life she built from effort… but also, compassion.
A woman in her 30s smiling widely standing outside a house watching snow fall while wearing a red jacket | Source: Midjourney
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