That's Greenwich Sponge Time
I started watching the first “series” of The Great British Baking Show on Netflix. Here are my random thoughts… Enjoy!
Watching this show is like being 13 years old and constantly embarrassed by your teacher’s lame jokes.
The male host (I think his name is Paul) seems like he would say, “Pastry chefs party like rock stars” and think that was an acceptable thing to say. It’s not.
I can’t remember anyone’s name but Mary Berry’s (and that’s only because it rhymes). They need credits with the contestants, hosts, and judges with their faces and names printed clearly. I feel like an old lady saying this, but I’ve watched six episodes now and I couldn’t tell you the name of either host. I want to say one is named Sue, but I wouldn’t bet money on it.
I have never heard the phrase, “the raspberries look like soldiers” before and I probably never will again. Although, I do no periodically say it to myself in a British accent. (Full disclosure: I also like to say, “Christopher” like Morello from Orange is the New Black when the mood strikes)
The seventeen-year-old Martha is cute – it’s pretty cool that she did so well. I also liked when she said, “In you go Mr. Loaf!” when she put her bread in the oven. I might or might not have laughed out loud, thinking, “that’s what she said.”
They need to rethink letting the judges roam around terrorizing the contestants. Telling someone who is stressed out, participating in a worldwide televised competition, “Oh are you sure you want to do that? Because it will… oh, I’ve said too much… I’ll tell you later!” is a straight-up dick move! It’s not good TV – it just makes me mad. I really, really want one of them to snap and smash a pie in his face, while yelling, “Bloody sod off you wanker!” or something equally British.
I loved when the builder guy built that stepping stool to display his éclairs and said that, after the show, he would give it to his dad to use as a chicken staircase. In and of itself, that’s pretty amazing, but when the host said, “Chickens have wings,” I cracked up.
The old man who, despite being told repeatedly that his food was simple and boring, continued to bake simple and boring, while admitting he was doing it, was amazing. Very damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead, he was!
The hosts' pants and blazers never seem to fit properly. The blazers always look slightly too small and the pants look like they are wearing men's pants. They're too low on the hips and then too wide everywhere else, which give them a man with childbearing hips appearance. It's too bad - they seem nice, embarrassingly bad jokes aside.
And finally…
The most real part of this show is that the hosts just wander around eating off of people’s workstations.
