It’s finally here. It’s Bake Off day people.
I couldn’t be more excited. The Great British Bake Off is a strange show. I openly admit to absolutely loving a show about baking. I would never openly admit to absolutely loving baking. People would think I am a strange man.
Bake Off, or GBBO if you are a hardcore fan, is one of those shows that keeps you hooked but you’re not really sure why.
Who bakes, really? Except your Gran. Your Gran bakes nice buns, with the cream in the middle. Delicious.
Normal people don’t bake, who’s got time to make a showstopper? Not me. Last night I had a Kit Kat chunky after my pizza and it was really nice. I didn’t have time to make 24 identical buns. Who’s got time to make 24 identical buns? Except your Gran.
When a family member bakes something nice, there’s no greater compliment than this:
‘Ohh this is lovely. This is so nice you should go on The Great British Bake Off’.’
‘Stop it’. You’ll hear them say as they blush and shake their heads.
But secretly, deep down they are thinking ‘I should go on The Great British Bake Off because I’m bloody brilliant.’
Don’t pretend you’ve not thought the same whilst icing a cake. ‘This is Bake Off quality I am baking goods that are Bake Off quality!’ You know who you are.
I think the nation is hooked by this show because it’s the TV show equivalent of a nice big cup of Hot Chocolate. Comforting, relaxing and makes you feel all warm inside.
If, like me, your chuffed that it’s back then I would like to wish you a Happy Bake Off launch day.
Let’s all watch some strangers in a tent bake scones whilst we watch secretly hoping that someone burns them beyond all recognition.