Having just watched David Rocco’s Dolce Vita, it made me consider what the average viewer wants from their presenter.
David is Canadian Italian and a handsome chap, in that eye-twinkling-I know-I-am kinda way. What with him and that cheeky Danny Boome, it’s just not right.
As a 30-something female, I’m used to having a procession of attractive women give advice on how how to entertain friends, bake the perfect cake or create the ideal Sunday roast – all with a wink and a licking of the lips. I’m no longer a 25 year old threatened by Nigella’s heaving bosom or embarrassed by Dervla Kirwan’s M&S voice over. I pretty much expect a knowing look to camera as a sausage is suggestively eaten and find this amusing. I’ve never met Nigella but I bet she’s a bloody good laugh and knows what she’s doing and it’s all done in jest (I have, however, seen her briefly at a book event and can confirm her ridiculous beauty).
But what do I want from Nigella’s male counterparts? In one episode David Rocco flashes a toothy smile and winks while chomping on a mouthful of fagiolini as his silver medallion glistens in the Florence sunshine [shudder]. So, what is the male version of the old adage? Are we given a fatherly figure in the kitchen? Certainly with chefs such as Rick Stein and Raymond Blanc – of course I’ve been assuming that all men who are that way inclined must be attracted to Ms Lawson, Lorraine Pascale, Gizzi et al. Maybe I just haven’t found my ideal man in a TV cook yet.
I’m only just realising that the Hairy Bikers have ardent followers (Si King being the favourite I’m told) so, naturally, it’s horses for courses. I don’t think I want the distraction of a sexy chef putting me off my food. Don’t get me started with the Fabulous Baker Brothers. Oh. My. God. Pretentious in the extreme and I only managed 20 minutes. Not sexy, not fabulous. Master bakers, I’m sure.
I am happy to watch Gizzi purr away but give me a man who knows his onions any day of the week. Hmmm, I wonder if Trent Reznor knows his way round an oven?