Masterchef is back. Monica is back. Gregg is back.
First programme last night, some goats had to get the livers out of a chicken, truss it up a bit, cook the livers and make a little sauce and some toast. One bloke made a massive door wedge bit of toast, one bloke who claimed he was good enough to win it decided to put some butter under the chicken skin and some other blokes done ok.
Homeless fella got the boot, he'd only been cooking for 2 years after all.
They then had to make some dish that sounded like Joey Tribiani doing a Frenchman impression. Turns out it was some spud pancake, a veg nobody had ever heard of, a lovely bit of marrow and some truffle. They all had a go and potential winner ('He looks a mess and cooks like a mess') got the boot.