The Great British Baking Show
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Also, I worried it could not bethatgood.
The only thing worse than the fetishization of the British is disappointment.
Everybody loved this show.
It was gentle, but sharp.
It was riveting, but kind.
Its a show of such …hope,ravedNPRs Linda Holmes.
In response to these glowing recommendations, I avoided the show for many years.
Fans not onlywantthe shows eggy comforts; they also, somehow,needthem.
Sandi Toksvig, to whom I had already grownquiteattached, is gone, replaced by sweetly dopey Matt Lucas.
If the show has taught us anything, it is that everybody has their charms.
The other big change this season is the ongoing global pandemic, but the show prefers not to dwell.
In the tent, little has changed.
To think, last week, I did not know Battenbergs existed!
This is one of many ways that the show changes you.
It is stunning, how many different kinds of desserts there are.
To succeed, he advises that everyone read the recipe.
Pineapple upside-down cakes are a minefield.
It is just so reasonable!
I am still reeling.
In the tent, the world makes sense.
(This decision is not explored further.)
They are spectacular, when they are done.
These heads look both impossibly difficult and like the art projects of young children.
Lemon-and-elderflower Freddie Mercury is show-stopping because his head exploded and he has no neck.
(I do think his jacket is lovely, Prue offers.)
Here, nobody is perfect, but nobody is beyond redemption.
But even in this pastoral wax museum of cake busts there are winners and there are losers.
Its really sad, actually, says Paul Hollywood, as the rain gently falls.
Maybe it will be bread week!
