Until now I have resisted it. All my friends have been talking about it. Many were visibly cheered when it reappeared.
Finally, I gave in and watched it too.
The Great British Bake Off.
I assumed it would improve my baking.
It gave me something to talk about with friendly acquaintances.
It gave a heart-warming picture of multicultural Britain (a three-cheers, two-fingered salute to UKIP).
It offered an engaging picture of the different personalities involved.
When Nick and Jackie were coming to lunch, I thought about the delicacies to which I had recently been a spectator – chocolate soufflé, three-tier religieuse, macarons.
And I bottled it.
After all, even the mighty Nadia’s soufflé had not been fluffy enough.
I would just make something with which I felt comfortable. Something which I had baked successfully many times before-
- I would use the apples Chris and Christine gave us and the blackberries we gleaned from the hedgerow and make a wholesome Autumn crumble.
ONLY THING WAS…
I was so relaxed with my unambitious choice that I kinda forgot it was in the oven.
Put it this way – I now have a new carbonised prop to use in my lessons about Pompeii and Herculaneum.
My baking actually appears to have become worse.
I don’t know if I can blame it on the Great British Bake Off, but I certainly intend to try.