It’s become a standard sight: At the judges’ table, the risk-taker’s risk-taking is briefly acknowledged, and then he (or she) is sent home. And then next week they’ll criticize someone roundly for not taking risks.
Alas. There is a place in the world for the person who can make chicken parm perfectly, night after night, and enjoy doing it. That is hard to do. I respect that person greatly. But I am not him.