- Love at first sight.
- Considering changing my name to Chetna.
Oh PBS. You and your dreary Downton Abbey. Shove over, there’s a new object of my affection in town – the Great British Baking Show. It’s a food competition/elimination format which is completely tarsome by now but this one is absolutely riveting.
The bakers are amateurs, although accomplished ones. They all make the same thing at the same time from a limited set of instructions and identical sets of ingredients. The intros to each baker are warm and personal and you feel that you know them in very short order, and you root for every one of them to make a perfect creation. And they bake in a big outdoor tent with rain pouring all around it. That humidity has got to be a baking challenge. I especially love the atmosphere when the judges are delivering bad news to the bakers: “It’s not all we hoped for, now is it?” Or to a particular baker who bombed on all three challenges “Oh, she’s having a bad day.”
There’s a 17 year old who is a consistantly high performer and a sweet old guy from Scotland whose hobbies are baking and pottery, so he makes a custom piece of pottery for things that he bakes. He’s not the only one though – one of the ladies had her husband whip up a wooden a cupcake guillotine to be sure her tea cakes were the same height. So if you haven’t seen this already, check your local listings, clear your schedule and prepare to enjoy yourself.
Yours truly, Chetna
p.s. You know how a hypnotist will give a trigger word to his subjects so that when they hear it, they begin clucking or singing off-key? The one thing I haven’t heard yet is my personal trigger “Gas Mark 4”. I swear to God if anyone says that on this series, I am going to faint.