The Great British Bake Off holds a very special place in my heart, I clearly remember the first time I saw it. We were on holiday in St Ives, our first one as a family of 3 and I had just spent the previous 18 hours throwing up and running a fever thanks to some inconsiderately timed food poisoning.
I was finally starting to feel human and had managed to hobble downstairs for the first time all day to lie on the sofa with Jon when this magical TV show caught my eye. It was part way through episode 2 of season one and I was hooked.
Firstly it had Mel and Sue as presenters. They are my comedy heroines, I was a huge fan of Light Lunch and Late lunch and was overjoyed to see them on my telly box again.
Secondly even though I had no idea about baking (or any kind of cooking, lets be honest) here was a show that didn’t leave me feeling like an outcast for not knowing what a croquembouche was or how to make a ‘creme pat’.
It was filmed in a bunting adorned tent that travelled up and down the country, filled with lovely people baking delicious food, it should have been boring and twee but it was wonderful and I didn’t want it to end.
It was as if Mel and Sue were beckoning me over, ‘it’s ok Em, we’re crap at cakes too, but we like eating them, come and have a slice of this delicious lemon drizzle cake’. And there was Mary Berry holding out a mug of tea and patting the settee next to her with a wink. Even the steely eyed paul Hollywood didn’t leave me feeling like a twonk for not knowing the difference between short and rough puff pastry. I had found my tv happy place.
Nowadays The Bake Off has amassed a massive following, everyone watches it and everyone wants Mary Berry to be their Nan! My friend and I text each other throughout the episodes, pointing out funny one liners, cakes that are bound to not rise or double entendres from Sue, and it’s fabulous. I really hope that with the move to BBC 1 later in the year they don’t mess with the format or I imagine they’ll have thousands of angry viewers showering them with hate mail and stale cake.
When the series finishes I feel an actual sense of loss, and yes I know it’s just a TV show, but c’mon, it’s GBBO for crying out loud.
My friend and I actually considered going to where it was filmed in the hope of appearing in the back of shot, or accidentally stumbling into Mel and Sue and ending up as their new best friends (unlikely, but a girl can hope!). Heck, I’d be happy to see that squirrel with the ‘giant nuts‘!
- Do you have a favourite TV show?
- Are you a Bake Off addict like myself or do you just not get it?
- Do you have to eat themed snacks while watching it?
- Have you ever enjoyed a lengthy text convo where you compared Mary Berry to Yoda? (I have)