A few weeks ago, a friend called me to tell me that there was a casting for a reality TV show for bakers and confectioners, that she wanted to participate. My first spontaneous response was “not crazy !!!”, but my friend, who is very convincing, did not take much time or work to change my mind.
The next day the maelstrom began: the nerves, sending everything they asked for, the machining in my head everything that could happen … that yes, always convinced that I should not get my hopes up. But one, which is human, unconsciously creates them …
Question that three weeks later, and after having sent photos of my work, my personal life in writing in response to a questionnaire and a video (most bland by the way, the camera is not my thing), they called me to tell me I had entered the final casting. Imagine, expectations are growing even if one does not want to … 3000 out of 500 is already something (one says to oneself).
Finally on Monday we presented ourselves at 9 in the morning in Plaza de España where we had been summoned and, supposedly, to start the casting: error! There they planned to kill us for almost two hours to record the presentation of the program … and why should we all go there? I say, the shortlisted 500 and their relatives To make bulk !! Logical. There began to change the way I see things.
I began to think that we were too many “shortlisted” to be only 18 … there will be no people chosen yet? But well, while dancing, you dance … and there we were all the participants three streets up, with our bags with the cakes and desserts that we had to present to a jury that would decide if you were a finalist.
As they had said to bring something to represent us, I decided to prepare Argentine alfajores and a fondant cake for which I modeled Peter Rabbit, rabbit from a story my mother told me.
I can’t tell you what my bags weighed … besides, the Madrid garbage from the strikes added to the “helicopter” camera filled almost all of the world’s preparations with “dust” (or whatever it was that flew through the air).
Two queue streets at the door of the hotel. And for what? For the cameras, to present the show and to applaud a jury (which we did not even know) when getting out of their cars … there already begins to disappear all kinds of illusion … these people did not need pastry experts, needed extras !!!! But for free, of course …
They called a few lucky ones who were on a pre-selected list, and the others to wait, well, to keep waiting.
And after 5 hours of having presented ourselves in the square, of 5 hours sucking cold and carrying our creations, they told everyone in Madrid to go home, to return the next day. As if living in Madrid you had no commitments, you did not ask for permission at work, you did not leave your children in the care of someone, etc.
Nooooooooooo, the indignation did not enter me, I got out of the beautiful when I arrived home and there I realized that the illusion that I had put in all that and what could happen had overcome me. Tell me no, okay, but don’t even see my work? After a week of working non-stop at desserts, wasting time with my real life and my real work … the one that feeds me? Well … I couldn’t with my nerves.
But the desserts were already made, the time spent and the money spent. I did not sleep all night and although the illusion was disappearing, there I returned. No, if it is true that human beings are the only animals that stumble two (and more) times with the same stone. You know Mass, but the illusion does not take away from you or common sense.
When I arrived at least there were not so many people, of course, those who did put common sense before the illusion did not return. Of about 10 pages of names they were calling I was on the last page, and by the time they named me I thought they wouldn’t. But they did it and there comes back that feeling that “there are possibilities” and all that …
They passed us to a room with about 150 people, I arrived at 9 in the morning and they saw me at 15 and something … the wait became eternal: nerves, heat, smell of confinement (and other things o_O) .. .but there we stand firm.
One of my friends was in the program since the previous day: Georgi, with a touch of sugar. She was called one of the first and was left with a resounding yes from the whole jury. He brought a fondant cake and although the judges did not like fondant, he went directly to compete among the 34 semifinalists. A GENIA!
But of course, Georgi, and without taking credit for her work at all (I have shared a thousand times photos of her cakes on my page and now she has a physical and online store that has lifted her lungs alone), she has an impressive self-confidence, she is always in a good mood and with a smile from ear to ear … and that does not have any. And I discussed it from the beginning with her, which is not something I say because of evil, much less. What better to choose someone I love, with whom I work and who always has good words for me?
Many were rejected for being “very professional” what ??? !!! “Excuse me, but you have my CV in your hands since you called me for the first time, you know what I studied, what I do and have seen photos of my creations … what did you want me to bring to the casting?” That is what many people answered … but they had already been rejected, there was no going back.
To others for bringing fondant cakes … “I have only sent photos of fondant cakes, they select me, they quote me to the casting and then they reject me because I have brought exactly what I told them I was doing ???”
Others were not even tested their creations. “We already have a lot of people and we are looking for a specific profile that is not you.” “Well, having said it before and I didn’t show up at 9 am or wait 5 hours for him to tell me.”
That yes, they filmed everything, they were filled with hours and hours of video to have with which to fill minutes and minutes of program …. logical.
All that was happening in front of me while I kept wishing they would give me a yes. Yes, I still had hopes for what I had prepared.
One of the people who gave me a lot of peace and helped me cope with the hours was Luis, from My European Cakes. A great guy who I follow in his blog and who, thanks to the casting, I could know a little more. I was also very encouraged by Mariana, Bern, Valentina and the very Georgina who was there keeping us company.
And when they called me, they let me into the living room with Luis, and oh surprise! I got the yes !! I would go to see the true jury !!! I could’nt believe it. I was happy, happy, I had already taken another step … And why not say it, I felt proud of what I had done. They told me that the alfajores had a perfect flavor balance, and that the cake was the cleanest in fondant they had seen so far … and I already told you that I was one of the last to enter, right? It was among the last 60 people approximately !!!!
I got a ham sandwich and a can of CocaCola and for the terrace … and keep waiting !! What a horror, another 7 hours !!! Four of them on the terrace shivering with cold and another 3 in the cafeteria … I was no longer so excited, because of the 15 that were on the terrace were rejecting several, and worse, accepting a few! !! The quotas were being completed !!! LOL
And the total “plof” was when they informed me that I would go back to Luis. I realized that they would play the “only one can enter” game. I told Luis and he encouraged me but I had already lost hope, I was totally discouraged, with pain of everything, sleep, hunger, nerves were widespread, I kept thinking about all kinds of ideas in my head, of why could it be a yes, why a no … anyway. Acute generalized discomfort !!! Accompanied by a mask that will see on TV shortly, what a shame !!! o_O
Until the grand jury’s call came … and it was as I thought, all very nice but … no. They said they compared Luis’s dessert (an opera cake) with mine (chocolate alfajores) and the Argentine pastry shop that has “something” and the French one that has “everything” and they chose him. I begged for a moment to the jury to accept me, I lost all my dignity and the answer did not change at all. A shame
Luckily I did not burst into tears as I thought I would. Enterita and without shedding a tear, I went out, spoke to the camera, wished (and I wish) the best to Luis, and said I was disappointed and sad that I was not … obvious!
My opinion about all this is that I knew what I was doing and what I was exposed to. I think it could have been shorter and without so many laps, this is TV: hard and cruel, nobody cares how it feels when someone breaks into tears, if not they highlight it because we like the “carnaza”. As I said and I still maintain I think it was all “cooked”, that in general they already had the chosen ones and that they needed a little more for the great “show”. And if you were on the list it didn’t matter the taste or the look of what you were wearing.
There are those who criticize, and rightly so, that the months in which the program is recorded (exactly two) will not pay a single euro to the contestants, who will only give them accommodation, food and pastry training. They will only let them go out to see their families on holidays (it will be recorded in December and January). There are some who cannot go through that because they have obligations. I knew it and was willing to face it.
What are scoundrels? Surely. And here “textual” the words of Daniel from “The Cookie Monster” from his entry about the casting and which he titled “Leave room for dessert or How to be a slave in the 21st century”
“What are we talking about here? Because I think it is the first thing we would have to answer. Is it an NGO that wants to teach people in need to cook to make a living? Or is it a television program that will have publicity? , sponsorships, collaborating brands of a private television channel with the intention of having an audience and earning money? I think it’s the second thing. Or am I wrong? ”
I agree. I was willing to leave almost everything to be there and did not hit.
It is the TV. You idiot us, for something you are called “the silly box”. I am sad for not having stayed. With anger at the people who were in my same situation and received some of those responses from the first filter. And with a new experience, which although a bit stressful, was different and the one that the learning brought me: I will not go through this again.
It seems a phrase made but it is true that I spent some time with great people I already knew and I have met others with whom I shared all the nerves and anxiety of these two days and with whom I hope to keep in touch.
I take that.
I hope that Georgina and Luis pass and continue until the end and that one of them is the winner !!!
Let’s see how they edit all the material they have about me, that I am making many gestures! Panic gives me !!! hahaha Don’t laugh too much when you see me, okay? Well, if I finally go out after this report … I think so.
Now to continue with real life, to continue making cakes, giving courses and enjoying “my moments with me” in the kitchen. That, even if nobody sees it, is what really makes me happy.
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