"Every night this week I’ve accidentally on purpose tuned into My Kitchen Rules."

Every night this week I’ve accidentally on purpose tuned into My Kitchen Rules.

I haven’t really told anyone for risk of judgement. Everyone in the office watches fancy TV shows like The News and Breaking Bad.

But when I sit down at night, I like to be taken to another place, another ‘reality’ if you will (get it?).

And MKR ticks all my boxes.

Food? Yep. Drama? Absolutely. Bitchy friends who are up to no good? Oh my yes.

I was especially excited to watch last night’s ep as it was finally time for Deb and Rick to take the kitchen stage. (They’re the SA parents/grandparents whose marriage has lasted 38 years and they love each other lots and were childhood sweethearts and etc and etc and etc. LOVE.)

I could feel myself relax into this strange reality of professional dinner partying. But all my happiness came crashing down as soon as I saw the resident mean girl friends who are up to no good, Chloe and Kelly from WA, staunchly walking up the driveway to my favourite parents/grandparents house.

Yeah we heard that snide comment behind your hand hoping their meal will be shit, mean Chloe. And I know this is probably planned banter and the producers have told you to say something rude but damn it Chloe & Kelly why do you make it so easy for us to dislike you!?

But I needn’t have feared. Things were back on track when kind twinsies from Vic, Helena and Vikki (aka “Two people one brain”) balanced things out again.

I actually clapped when twin Vicki got mean Kelly back for all her snide comments by spilling champagne in her lap when they were all seated. Accidental? Probably not. Appealing to everyone that watched it? Absolutely.

The champagne stunt put me right back in my happy place and I settled in to see what the SA parents/grandparents could deliver. As Paul said, “game on, biatches”. He’s a bit cheeky, surfer dad Paul from QLD.

I was not disappointed. I was shaking my head when the prawns could not be saved from drowning in the mustard dressing. I was cheering when Deb’s trifle turned out well despite being two hours late after the infamous undercooked-cake-catastrophe.

I was grimacing at every inappropriate ‘naughty Nanny’ comment Deb managed to squeeze into this hour and a half show. And my god, there were many.

But sadly, Deb’s kitchen was not everything she’d hoped it would be. At the conclusion of the episode the parents/grandparents from SA found themselves in a not so comfortable second from last spot, just in front of the kooky couple from ACT, Andrew and Emelia.

And with that my blissful escape was swiftly over for another night. I sat back in my chair, feeling relaxed and calm.

Then I quickly flipped to Q&A so people would be none the wiser of my very guilty pleasure.

Dimity Kirkwood is a 22 year old Media and Communications graduate from Melbourne. You can follow her on Twitter here.

Let’s talk details. Have you been watching MKR? Who is your favourite for the win?