Great British Bake Off: Flour power

I can’t bear to watch the Great British Bake Off in ‘real time’ (not that it’s live of course). Too much tension, too much to go wrong. But I always catch up with it later, on iPlayer, where I can fast forward if it all gets too much. For anyone who hasn’t seen it, it’s a big baking drama, held over many weeks, in a tent in the garden of a fancy manor. The weather outside always seems pleasant. The contestants are nice but very intense and competitive, and the challenges are seriously hard. You’re expected to be super competent, as well as innovative, at all things baking-related, including cake, bun, tart, macaroon, quiche and biscuit making. And last night, bread making. And it doesn’t just have to taste good, it has to look good too. And be consistent. And there are all sorts of ultra tricky extra challenges too, such as making a breadbasket out of DOUGH. I fear madness could lie with too much of that sort of thing. And it does get a little like a Victoria Wood sketch at times.

The two judges are strict but (largely) fair. You have baking wide boy, Paul ‘blue eyes’ Hollywood and top cookery book writer and headmistress type, Mary Berry. Both can be nice, but they are strict markers and don’t coat their comments with sugar sprinkles. Then we have the sweet comedy sidekicks of Mel & Sue. Both women I warm to very much, and like me, get great pleasure from eating baked goods. They are there to provide support and leavening to the harsh marking, and cuddles when things, such as a freshly frosted gateaux, go tits up. They also infill the cooking bits with historical sections, about, for example, where cup cakes originated (cos they were made in cups of course. D’uh!). It’s a vastly more palatable version of a David Starkey monologue. With added sugar and without the snobbery and racism. If Mary & Paul are the scary school examiners, then Mel & Sue are the cool but friendly sixth form prefects.

I do like Mary but I’m slightly prejudiced against her because she keeps describing one contestant, Mary-Anne, who is a large woman, rather patronisingly as ‘clumsy’. Well, actually Mary, she’s not ‘clumsy’. The clumsy one, who has got through by the skin of his teeth is Robert, the skinny, pretty boy photographer, who dropped a whole cake (I do sympathise – I’d have chucked flour over everyone and fallen into a tray of eggs within minutes) and whose pastry cases all stuck to the tin last week. Although Robert also shows flashes of cooking genius, Paul is clearly thoroughly irked by his poor timekeeping, inconsistency and overly-laidback attitude. Mary likes him though, and so far, I suspect it’s her that’s kept him in.

I didn’t have enormous sympathy for Urvashi, the woman who was one of two people ‘voted off’ yesterday (along with a very endearing chap), for the simple reason that she was given feedback to add more salt to her bread on the first day, and she explicitly ignored this, saying “I’m not going to take any notice of the comments” then produced another good looking but tasteless loaf. Bit silly really. I’m sure Paul Hollywood may have an over salty palate, but he’s the judge, and if you ignore that knowledge, you’re not a wise baker.

My favourite part of last night’s show was Mel being given a demonstration, by a delightfully flour covered mad professor, of how combustible flour can be. Clearly Windy Miller et al had a much more dangerous occupation than most of us had ever realised.

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2 responses to “Great British Bake Off: Flour power

  1. Bravo, Inky!

    Love this programme. Actually think the judges are pretty nice by “reality” standards. Was very sorry that rugger style chap (though with male partner – this crazy modern world!) got sent home. Admittedly he was a bit crap in comparison to the others but he was also adorable – far more so than Rob, who is trying to go for that approach but just comes across as lazy and annoying!

  2. inkface

    Yes, he was very lovely, but I failed to remember his name this morning. The truth is, I end up watching this in the middle of the night when I can’t sleep. Which is slightly surreal. I lie there half awake, wishing they’d bring me all their baked goods to taste *immediately*. Well, except for that vile slime pesto quiche the scarily intense woman made. I know you & a lot of twitter chums watch it because I follow your enjoyable comments as it happens. Gives me even more to look forward to. And fear.