Bye bye: YOU DIDN'T
HEED THE WARNING, LUCY! And lo, it was inevitable. Even Sue joined
Paul and Mary in gently suggesting that spending four hours on a
simple round loaf with tomatoes plonked on top might not quite stop
the show or seal the deal, but Lucy plowed on – her tomato and garlic bread looked
tasty enough, but not a twirl, plait or animal shape in sight. Booooring.
Ma baker: Ruby Ruby
Ruby! Looking ever shell-shocked in her hipster grandad cardigan. Cue
a few bitchy cutaway shots of Kimberley, as she tried her
best to look rilly rilly pleased for her new pal Rubes, whilst internally monologuing: 'This is an outrage! I made a
blimmin' Middle East Crisis solving peacebread! How's a doughy peacock going to deal with the UN's
issues? That's it! Sod this effortless poise and total control, next week I'm busting
out the sympathy-inducing stress tears and some effing edible sparkles.'
Living up to glorious
middle-class stereotype: Lucy will take Rob's mushroom-foraging and
Howard's watercolours-by-the-lake and raise you 'growing her own yeast
using an apple from her garden'. Hang on... She grew her own whaaa?! From a whaaa?! Wowsers. Time to step up, bakers. That's one middle-class legacy to
live up to.
Baking craving: Pretty
much all the showstoppers. Yes, even Ali's chocolate and tikka ying
and yang loaf. Tikka – yum, chocolate – yum. What's not to like? And let's not forget Frances' matchsticks/breadsticks, complete with cardboard matchbox and
blowtorched chocolate matchheads. Flavour schmavour – they looked
brilliant.
Perkins' food history: Muffin
men were a real thing – loud wacky characters who wandered the streets
trying garner attention and money. Basically, the chuggers of their
day, until the police were invented and ASBOed the lot of them for
excessive bell ringing.
Blue plaster alert: Injury free this week, but quite a few breadsticks dropped on the floor. I get the
feeling you can't apply the three second rule when you're on camera.
Mel and Sue-watch: Not
their most supportive of weeks, as Mel tried to kill Rob with a laser
whilst Sue took an elbow to Howard's muffin. Oh, on that note - more baking innuendo please. My Nice Buns Bingo Card is looking a bit empty.
Next week: Just Desserts. Trifles, floating islands and petit fours (apart from Glenn
who is planning ENORME ones).
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