Pete Goffe-Wood on food, comedy, and not burning your sausage at Redfest
For celebrity chef Goffe-Wood, the leap from knives to punchlines has been as satisfying as a perfectly cooked meal, and just as nerve-wracking.
Read more: RedFest 2025 lights up Sandton
Known for his sharp tongue and culinary prowess, Goffe-Wood says comedy was always brewing in the background. 'I was always the funny guy in my group of friends.'
He added that he is a lifelong fan of The Goons and Monty Python, and he even dipped his toe into stand-up back when he was an apprentice chef.
Goffe-Wood pointed out that his partnership with stand-up veteran Forrest sparked during filming for Celebrity MasterChef.
Their dry humour clicked instantly, and a throwaway idea for a cooking-comedy show soon became Don't Burn Your Sausage.
'Chris booked us a slot at the National Arts Festival before we even wrote it,' Goffe-Wood continued. 'So, we had no choice but to get it done.'
He said the show has evolved into a deliciously naughty blend of food, sex, and improv. 'A large part of it depends on the audience's vibe. Chris is brilliant at improvisation. I just react to his chaos.'
When asked about the thrill, Goffe-Wood admits it's a rush like no other. 'In the kitchen, you wait till the meal's done to know if people liked it. On stage, the laughter is immediate.'
After a decade on the road with Don't Burn Your Sausage, Goffe-Wood says the show is still sizzling, and they are already cooking up a new one. 'We do a lot of corporate gigs, so our story keeps evolving. And yes, humour is what gets you through those pressure-cooker moments in any kitchen.'
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