It doesn’t matter that I have seen every episode of the Great British Bake Off twice. It’s still on in the background while I am writing that post. And I still keep taking breaks from typing, so I can watch the contestants present their baked goods that I have already seen. It’s that good. Weirdly.
In the show, 12 contestants compete in a tent in the English countryside to win an engraved cake stand and recognition. They don’t even get money.
It’s tame compared to American cooking competitions. While the recipes get fancy, there are no weird ingredients thrown at them. They have a reasonable amount of time to finish. Heck, sometimes a contestant finished early. There is no trash talking. In fact, sometimes they help each other.
It’s positively socialist. Everyone knows how to be polite and how to help each other out; however, they don’t sacrifice their own quality of work. Kate, as seen above, wasn’t throwing the competition when she helped Martha out. She was being kind and giving Martha that extra hand she needed to pull it off, while trusting her work to stand on its own. She didn’t lose anything from the exchange. It’s just super refreshing to watch.
Also, Martha is only 17 and is a doll. Baking like her is a #lifegoal Totally love her. Absolutely team Martha. It’s more fun when you have someone to root for after all.
Most of the episodes are fairly mellow. There are shots of flowers blooming, baby animals, friendly banter in the kitchen, lots of dialogue from the amazing hosts. However, ever now and again, something goes wrong.
The prime example is #bingate. I won’t spoil it for you but the British tabloids wrote about it for weeks. And I kind of don’t blame them.
I could try to explain how great this show is, but it’s not going to work. On paper, it makes no sense. On paper, it should not be this popular. But it’s fantastic. The best, and you should watch it on Netflix. And bake something to eat while you watch. It’s more festive that way.
So I’m going to leave you with this, and a gentle push to watch it.