Finding Dino (Spoiler Alert)
It’s no secret that I’m an empath and a softie who cries at Hallmark commercials and when gameshow contestants win.
As background noise when I’m home, I’ve been watching reruns of one of my favorite shows, Master Chef. I love this competition because it features amateur cooks who compete for the title and have incredibly difficult challenges to survive in order to even make it to the finals. Trust me when I tell you, I have rarely met anyone who can cook like some of these “amateurs,” but they are a diverse group of everyday people, 18+, who are extremely passionate about cooking.
The crazy thing is I’ve seen all the seasons, but I never remember who won. So, nobody was more surprised than me when they announced the winner of Season 8 and I cried as if this 28-year-old was my child. I was so freakin’ proud of him. His personal life leading up to entering this competition had been tough and all through the show he would talk about making his mother proud and expressing his love for her. She obviously had stood by him during some difficult times.
Well, I must be very vulnerable today (actually, I am), but I believe he made every single mother who was watching proud. I felt as if he was my kid! I sobbed with joy and other emotions I’m not even sure I can identify. It was as if he represented every person perceived as least likely to succeed, every person who tries their best to believe in themselves, and every person who finally finds who they were meant to be and can now breathe a sigh of relief.
I just Googled him to make sure he’s doing okay and I’m happy to say he works as a private chef emphasizing vegan and sustainable food, he creates original music, and he’s an advocate for mental health. Good to hear.
On to the next season!