I, like most of you, am officially mourning the Great British Bake Off. I’m really, truly, properly upset about the fact that Wednesday nights will no longer bring the comforting escapism of competetive baking into my living room.
I just checked the TV Guide to see what’s on instead. DIY SOS followed by The Apprentice, lord have mercy on us all, I mean that’s just cruel, isn’t it?
Before we talk about the good, there’s something I need to talk about that I’m actually still really pissed about, even though a week has passed since it happened. I wasn’t sure whether or not I was going to address it here, because I usually prefer my blog to be a centre of straight up positivity, but I don’t want to let this go unmentioned.
The morning after Nadiya’s win was announced, the right wing media and their readers pretty much wrote it off. They took her amazing achievement, and they urinated all over it. They overlooked the genuinely heartwarming build in her confidence throughout the series and the way her talent shone through brighter and brighter week by week.
They weren’t interested in the fact that Nadiya represented everything I love about this country, my country, her country, our country. Her self deprecation, her hilarious facial expressions, her sense of humour, her determination and refusal to give up when something went tits up.
They certainly weren’t interested in the fact that she was the best damn baker in that tent. They just wanted to write her off as a politically correct stunt by the BBC because of her faith and the colour of her skin.
I just didn’t want to ignore it completely, that in 2015 something like that happened. I hope it serves as a reminder to us all that there is still a lot of work to be done and we’re all responsible for making this country a better, friendlier place to be for everyone.
Right, now that’s out of the way..
Who else cried like a tiny, tiny baby on Wednesday night? My living room was filled with tears, I was sobbing throughout the entire second half of the show. And when Mary Berry lost her cool and started crying, I just wailed.
It was an amazing last episode, I think what I loved about it the most was that it was very clear from the off that Nadiya absolutely had it in the bag. The boys were good, as usual, and I think the right people made it through to the final, but my god, she just killed it every step of the way.
I’ve gone for the British cake category to finish, and kept it pretty basic because I’m a bit poorly and I don’t want to hurt myself over trying and failing to impress you all.
Apparently I couldn’t even bloody manage that.
It’s just a really simple sponge cake with a few dollops of the marmalade I made last year (preserves are the gifts that keep on giving) to make it a little bit wintry and extra British.
I baked it in my silicone heart-shaped cake mould because I wanted to find a way to sort of communicate through cake how much love I have for the bake off bake along. I know it sounds super dickhead-y, but it has been so fun connecting with other people through a love of one of Britain’s greatest ever TV shows. Checking out everyone else’s bakes has been the highlight of my week, and feeling like we’re all in this little club together has just been the best. I’ve loved it, and I really hope we do it again next year.
My plan was to ice it beautifully with “congratulations Nadiya” and lots of cute little piping tricks and some kind of union jack situation but then this happened..
And I’m just too ill to do anything about it today so that’s your lot. I’m going out with a bang. A pathetic, broken bang.
Until next year, gang..