Warning: This article contains images of a dead animal some readers may find distressing.
A Masterchef contestant was immediately removed from the show after serving up the judges a questionable dish that had them spitting feathers – literally.
Oh, Masterchef.
There’s nothing better than watching over confident contestants talk themselves up on the VT – only to have them produce an absolute abomination of the dish that the judges’ waste no time in ripping into.
We all like to sit on our sofas, Goggleboxing and declaring that we could do better.
Although this time, most of us probably could because anything would be better than what one contestant served up on Masterchef Espãna.
Saray Carrillo served up a questionable dish. (Masterchef Espana / YouTube)
Sometimes when you’re cooking, not every job is pleasant, and if you want to serve up something that looks delicious and inviting, sometimes you have to get a little bit dirty.
And that’s something this contestant had no plans of doing.
In 2020, Saray Carrillo, 27, was mortified by one of the challenges where she had to pluck and cook a whole partridge.
Unless you’re vegan or vegetarian, cutting up poultry is pretty standard cooking practice, but Carrillo apparently expressed her fear of having to do such a task and took the challenge as a personal attack.
Defiantly, she decided to serve the bird, unplucked, uncooked and unappetising, garnished on a bed of spring onions, some kind of sauce and garnished with a couple of cherry tomatoes.
Take a look:
Umm, yeah. (Masterchef Espana / YouTube)
I think it’s hilarious, but the judges certainly didn’t think so – the only way to describe the look on their faces is ‘p*ssed’.
This was only exasperated more when Carrillo approached the bench with a cheeky smirk on her face, whilst the rest of the contestants looked on in horror by the dish she was presenting.
One judge said something in Spanish that translated to: “This is never seen in MasterChef.”
The judges, rightly so, grilled Carrillo and were not exactly sad to see the back of her.
As she plonked her apron down on the bench and strutted out of the Masterchef kitchen, the judges watched her leave with faces like a slapped a**.
The clip was from a season that aired in 2020 and went viral at the time, and has since been viewed 7.4 million times on YouTube.Play
People were quick to mock the episode on social media.
One YouTube user wrote: “HOW DISGUSTING GOD, I really can’t handle cherry tomatoes.”
Someone else saw fit to quote TV Chef legend Gordon Ramsay saying: “IT’S SO RAW THAT IT CAN STILL FLY!”
While another brutally said: “It is tragic that a person like this is a social educator when in reality she is yet to be civilized.”
I wonder what John and Greg would have made of all this?
I Found Out Why My Husband Left Me and It Wasn’t for Another Woman
The night Flynn asked for a divorce, I knew he was hiding something. But nothing could have prepared me for what I discovered when I decided to follow him.
The evening light filtered softly into our apartment, casting golden hues across the walls. I stared at a photo of Flynn and me on our wedding day. He had his arm around me, his eyes bright with that deep affection I thought would last forever. He’d always been my rock, the steady presence in my life who was endlessly patient, warm, and caring.
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Over nearly five years of marriage, Flynn and I had built a life that looked perfect to everyone who knew us. He worked long hours as a lawyer, but we always made time for each other.
Our weekends were sacred, filled with little adventures, late-night conversations, and lazy Sundays watching reruns of shows we both knew by heart. I’d always felt secure with him, knowing that whatever challenges came our way, we’d face them together.
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But recently, something changed. Flynn started coming home later, and his warmth turned cold, his patience thinning with each passing day. He’d brush me off, citing “long hours” or “catching up with friends,” but his explanations felt hollow. One night, as we lay in bed in silence, the tension grew unbearable.
“Flynn, is something going on? You’re… different,” I said softly, searching his face.
He sighed, not meeting my gaze. “Work’s just been rough, Nova. Can we not do this right now?”
A man sitting in bed | Source: Midjourney
“But you’ve been distant for weeks,” I pressed gently. “I just want to understand… to help, if I can.”
He turned away, pulling the blanket up around his shoulders. “There’s nothing to talk about,” he muttered, his voice low, final.
I reached out, trying to touch his arm, to bridge the growing distance between us. But he turned his back, pulling the blanket up as if to shut me out.
That night, I lay awake, questions swirling in my mind. Had I done something wrong? Was it just stress? Or was there something he wasn’t telling me?
A worried woman in bed | Source: Midjourney
A small, gnawing suspicion took root in my heart—a fear that Flynn was hiding something, a truth I might not be ready to face.
In the following weeks, the tension only grew. Flynn seemed to snap over the smallest things.
“Can you not leave your books everywhere?” he muttered one evening, eyeing the coffee table with irritation.
I blinked, caught off guard. “It’s just one book, Flynn. I can move it.”
But the next night, it was something else.
“Why is the laundry basket still in the hallway?” he asked sharply, his tone making me wince.
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I took a breath, trying to keep my frustration in check. “Flynn, what’s going on here? You’re on edge all the time. Just… talk to me.”
He sighed, looking away, refusing to meet my eyes. I felt the weight of his frustration hanging in the air, my anxiety mounting each night as I waited, hoping he’d finally say something—anything—to explain it all.
One Friday night, I couldn’t hold back anymore. As he walked through the door, I took a deep breath, summoning the courage to confront him.
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“Flynn, I feel like you’re pushing me away. If there’s something I need to know, just tell me,” I said, my voice barely steady.
He turned to me, exasperation flashing in his eyes. “Nova, I can’t keep doing this. Every day, it’s the same thing! Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to feel constantly judged and questioned?”
A tired and angry man | Source: Midjourney
“Judged?” I echoed, hurt flooding my voice. “I’m not judging you. I’m just trying to understand what’s happening! You’re not the same.”
He ran a hand through his hair, his gaze cold and distant. “I can’t do this anymore, Nova. I don’t have the energy to keep up with you or this marriage. I’m just… tired.”
His words sent a chill through me. “What are you saying, Flynn?”
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He looked down, a sigh escaping his lips as if he were already giving up. “I think I want a divorce.”
The word hit me like a punch to the gut.
Divorce.
I stared at him, rooted to the spot, my heart shattering as he walked past me, out of the room, leaving me alone with a marriage that had suddenly unraveled. The silence was deafening, and I felt as if my entire world had just collapsed, the love I thought was forever reduced to a single, devastating word.
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Flynn left the next morning, hastily packing a bag and offering me nothing but vague explanations that only deepened my confusion. I drifted through the empty apartment like a ghost, replaying every moment we’d shared, searching for some hint, some sign that would explain why he’d left so suddenly.
One night, sitting in the silence of our apartment, I noticed his old laptop on the shelf. He’d forgotten it in his rush, and though I knew it was wrong, desperation pushed me forward.
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I opened it and started scrolling through his messages, hoping for anything that would shed light on what had happened. That’s when I found them: a string of messages with someone he’d saved under the name “Love.”
My heart raced as I read their exchange, each line filling me with a sickening realization. The messages were intimate, affectionate, and filled with inside jokes and plans.
Flynn hadn’t been working late or simply catching up with friends; he’d been confiding in someone else, someone who wasn’t me.
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My hands shook as I kept scrolling, piecing together a picture of betrayal. Flynn had left me for another woman. There was no explanation for what I saw, there couldn’t be.
My stomach twisted with anger and heartbreak. I read one message that mentioned a meet-up at a quiet café across town—the same place Flynn and I used to go to every Friday. “Can’t wait to see you tomorrow evening. 7 p.m. Same place. Don’t keep me waiting, Love.”
Rage mixed with sorrow as I grabbed my keys.
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I had to know who this “Love” was, who he’d chosen over me. I was determined to find out, to confront them both, no matter how much it hurt.
I parked across from the café, watching the door with a mixture of dread and anticipation. My heart pounded as I saw Flynn enter, his familiar figure now feeling foreign to me.
He looked around, a glint of anticipation in his eyes that I hadn’t seen in months. My hands clenched around the steering wheel as I waited, holding my breath.
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Then, another figure walked in. My heart caught in my throat as I realized who it was that my husband had decided to leave me for.
But it wasn’t a woman. To my utter dismay, It was Benji, Flynn’s best friend.
My world tilted as I watched them. Flynn’s face lit up as Benji approached, and they embraced in a way that went beyond friendship. Flynn looked at Benji with an expression I hadn’t seen in months; an expression filled with warmth and happiness.
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I sat frozen, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. This wasn’t just friendship; it was something deeper. Flynn was in love—with Benji.
All those late nights, the distance, the anger—everything made sense now. My chest tightened with a mix of betrayal and a strange sense of understanding.
For days, I moved through life in a haze, trying to process the reality of our relationship. Part of me wanted to confront him, to demand answers, but I realized that I already had them.
A thoughtful woman sitting in her room alone at night | Source: Midjourney
Flynn’s actions made sense now, painful as they were. He’d been running from himself, and in the process, he’d run from me too.
As I tried to make sense of it all, I began to understand that this wasn’t about me. Flynn had been living a life that felt like a lie, hiding a part of himself out of fear. I felt a strange sense of sadness and relief, knowing that the man I’d loved wasn’t leaving because of something I’d done, but because he needed to find himself.
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Then, one evening, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Flynn. “Nova, can we meet? I think I owe you an explanation.”
His message startled me. Had he seen me outside the café?
Maybe he hadn’t.
But if he really hadn’t, then why bother reaching out to me all of a sudden? The last we saw each other, he wanted nothing to do with me. So why text me out of nowhere after everything that had happened?
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“Breathe, Nova. Breathe!” I told myself.
I knew there was only one way to find out all the answers and calm my inner turmoil. I agreed to see Flynn.
We met the next day at a small park near our apartment, the same place we used to take walks and share quiet conversations.
Flynn approached slowly, his face filled with regret and sadness. He looked older and wearier as if the weight of his secrets had finally caught up with him.
An emotional man standing in a park | Source: Midjourney
“Nova,” he started softly, his voice filled with sorrow, “I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I know what you saw… and I should have told you.”
I nodded, my throat tight with emotion. “Flynn, I would have tried to understand. I could have been there for you.”
He looked down, his voice a whisper. “I didn’t even understand it myself until recently. I thought… I thought I could get past everything, you know. And just be the husband you deserve.”
His voice broke, and he looked away, struggling to contain his emotions.
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I blinked back tears, my voice barely a whisper. “Flynn, you spent so long hiding this part of yourself. You didn’t have to.”
He nodded, wiping his eyes. “I didn’t want to hurt you, Nova. You were my best friend. But hiding who I am… it was hurting both of us. Benji helped me realize that I couldn’t keep pretending.”
We sat in silence, both grieving the life we’d shared and the love we’d once had.
“I just wish you’d trusted me enough to tell me,” I finally whispered, my heart aching with the truth that had been hidden between us.
A woman looking a bit concerned and emotional while sitting on a bench in a park | Source: Midjourney
“Nova, I didn’t know how to tell you.” Flynn paused to take a breath, struggling to find the right words. “I didn’t know if you’d understand. It was much easier to blame you than face the truth. And I’m sorry for putting you through hell.”
“What you did to us hurt really bad. But if I’d known the reason, if you’d trusted me enough with everything, we wouldn’t be here having this difficult conversation.”
I watched Flynn shift beside me as I said those words. My response had made him uneasy, but I had to get it all out of my system.
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In the weeks that followed, I found a strange sense of peace settling over me. I cleared out the apartment, taking down our photos and packing away memories that no longer felt like they belonged to me. Each day, I found myself letting go a little more, the weight of betrayal fading as acceptance took its place.
Flynn and I spoke occasionally, both of us healing in our own ways, finding comfort in the closure that had come with his honesty. One afternoon, as we finalized the last details of our separation, he looked at me, his eyes filled with gratitude.
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“Thank you, Nova,” he said softly. “For everything. You helped me more than you’ll ever know.”
I managed a smile, feeling a strange warmth amid the sadness. “Despite everything that happened, I hope you find happiness, Flynn. I really do.”
“I wish the same for you, Nova. I hope you find someone who can love you for who you are and always hold your hand. You deserve nothing but the best.” And with those words, Flynn smiled my favorite smile, the one I had always loved, and wrapped his arms around me.
A man and woman sharing an emotional hug | Source: Midjourney
For some reason, his embrace felt different, like being close to a person who had once beenyour whole world but was even more distant than a stranger now.
“So, I guess it’s goodbye then?” I asked, dreading the moment those words came out of my mouth.
I knew that after today, I won’t see Flynn again. He and Benji planned to leave town and start a new life, a detail Flynn had accidentally mentioned while talking on the phone with him one day, not realizing I was around, listening.
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“Yes, it is, Nova. But we can stay in touch. You take care of yourself!”
As he walked away, I felt a lightness I hadn’t known in months. Moving forward felt possible now, and as I began piecing my life back together, I realized I’d gained something unexpected: a quiet strength, a resilience that would carry me through.
With each passing day, I grew stronger, slowly finding peace in the new life unfolding before me. Flynn had left, but in doing so, he had set us both free. And for the first time in months, I knew I would be okay.
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