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.
IN FACT…
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.
HOWEVER…
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.
Just lob a bit of custard on it and mind your dentures
ReplyDeleteI did try to serve it up, but my drill-bit bent.
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