Loving The Great British Bake Off. A happy programme full of happy food: biscuits, cakes, pastry, puddings…
Simple, yes – but so refreshing to have a formatted programme that ignores the most mind-numbing conventions of the reality TV competition. In place of the ubiquitous family sob story, contributors’ characters come out (seemingly) naturally in the course of the competition. This thereby frees up time for VTs on the world’s most expensive biscuit and the ritual properties of cake in the Stone Age. Much better to sit in a stone circle with a long-haired archaeologist than hear about how Granny got cancer.
As far as I can work out, the prize is nothing more than being named ‘Britain’s Best Home Baker’. Which is fine. There is no need to pretend the competition is going to change anyone’s life – it is just to salivate over delicious-looking food & be welcomed into the wonderful world of food historians.
Final next week (Tues 21st, BBC Two).