Bye bye: Lovely lovely Dylan Moran-alike Toby. *sigh* Using salt in the technical challenge was one thing, but, for Paul and Mary, over-baking his choc cake was a mess up too far. Toby just about held back the tears, but it was still very upsetting, especially when he threatened to quit baking. (Before he remembered the upside of baking: CAKE.)
Ma Baker: Space engineer Rob – a mild man who gave but a brief smile of acknowledgement at the Star Baker announcement. However, it was clear that, on the inside, he was performing a full-on Brazilian samba of victory complete with feather headdress and bejeweled party outfit.
Living up to glorious middle-class stereotype: Lucy was inspired by cardamom after a trip to Injyah and grows her own rhubarb. Of course she was/does. However, she also turned out to be rather cool and looks bloody excellent in a denim jacket, so not quite the GROLIE I'd feared. Yay!
Special mention: Glenn’s husband. BOOM. #equalmarriage
Baking craving: a fairly disappointing selection perhaps – a lack of general finesse and too many messily decorated giant cakes for me. (Though, can a cake ever be too big?) Time, pressure and over-ambition got to them. I have to confess that I did like the look of Christine's hat though. I'm now hoping for an eighties revival this season - let Brendan's legacy of dated cakes live on. Maybe some marzipan shoulder pads and a giant mobile phone made of butter-iced sponge.
Mel is the BEST: more than happy to re-enact the ghost pottery scene with Toby – “front or back, I’m easy” - before adding some hazelnut testicles to Frances' squirrel (not a euphemism).
Blue plaster alert: TOTAL CARNAGE. Fingers and thumbs strewn all over the tent.
Next week: Bread. Inevitable plaiting tangles and Hollywood scornballs.
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