There are two very different types of food television right now. There are the shows everyone from the laziest sports science student to your nan knows and watches. The terrestrial, safe, twee, scallops'n'cauliflower puree world of MasterChef, the Hairy Bikers and Great British Bake Off. They love "I wish my Mum were here to see this" narratives. The food they serve up is the kind of thing you'd see at a posh wedding or golf-course hotel. It's nice. Such programmes have been accused of forgetting the real essence of cooking TV, and even the home baking matriarch herself, Delia Smith, has waded in, grumbling that "nobody teaches people how to cook any more".
That might be true, Delia, but have you seen Man v Food? It barely