Sweden’s master chef is finally back and AS we have longed for.
I can’t quite put my finger on what it is but it’s really something special watching people compete in cooking. So it’s about food, fuel that will help our body with cell renewal and being able to lift one leg in front of the other.
But it’s also blood, sweat, tears, money, dreams and hopes.
Just sitting on the sofa after a long day and witnessing someone break down because a sauce got cut or let out a roar of victory after a mash has become absolutely perfect is like washing down a beta blocker and a sobril with a glass of riesling.
It makes me calm and happy.
But enough about my mixed addiction.
In the first episode, there were a lot of underdogs but also a lot of aces that we got to see cook in front of the strict jury, which once again consists of Tommy Myllymäki, Mischa Billing and Tom Sjöstedt.
It’s a hunter offering moose, a young shaky girl who hasn’t yet realized what an incredible cook she is. And then we have little Alice who in 2014 entered Sweden’s youngest master chef and excelled, but who ten years later felt like investing in the competition for adults.
Alica Andersson is back. Image source: TV4
It was not completely unexpected that this girl who last barely reached the ingredients would go on.
But now to the important thing here.
Despite all the impressions in this year’s new season, the focus this year is on exactly the same thing as last year.
Tommy Myllymäki’s glow up.
Tommy Myllymäki with a diploma and flowers since he was appointed in Stockholm on Thursday as Sweden’s representative in the Bocuse d’Or 2014/2015 cooking competition. Image source: Claudio Bresciani / TT
Sorry, but the only thing you feel is: “Im having what he’s having?”
Tommy Myllymäki in Sweden’s master chef 2024. Image source: TV4
Whatever Tommy has done, it’s fucking incredible. He dresses impeccably. It’s stylish and neat, but he still doesn’t become “mister trying to hard”. His cut, color and hair styling are on point.
His hairdresser deserves a Nobel Prize? Do you think it would go through if you wrote to the Nobel Committee and asked?
He is brown but but not brown but sun-brown. But like he kind of… ran a marathon in the mountains in a warmer country? And yes, he runs marathons, hence the marathon runner glow.
You know, what happens when the blood circulation moves faster than me on the way to the company on a Saturday at 14.45.
The only thing that’s bothering me is what Tommy uses for perfume (sorry but I can’t let myself sit and write a column about this while my colleagues report that the war is coming) BUT I’M SO DAMN CURIOUS.
What does Tommy Myllymäki smell like? Is he a Creed guy? Xerjoff? By ready?
If I see Tommy in town, I will definitely pull a lance for the art and ask him what perfume he uses because it has put a real grill in my skull.
Tommy also feels like a guy who is secretly disgusted by people who change the bedclothes too rarely, which is then less often than once a week. He’d rather blow off one foot with a hail breaker than lend his toothbrush and considers a sub-mile run like “taking a walk.”
He feels INCREDIBLY floss-compatible and incredibly Nutella-incompatible.
Oh well, now I’m going to go watch this week’s Swedish Master Chef because this is what I was thinking about the whole episode.