The most annoying thing in any programme is the tasting. If Jamie Oliver spends five hours making a chilli I doubt he’s going to taste it and say “meh”. Nigella will tell you what you already know – her salted caramel hot chocolate is better than sex, or something. I don’t need to see these cooks or chefs frown in orgasmic wonder at how darned good it is.
In Fanny Towers, appreciation is shown with the occasional “MMMMMMM!” followed by a high five. That’ll do me.