I’m not sure about you, but I feel like I have developed an emotional attachment to Bake Off, after all it did bring us a weekly pocket of joy last year. I remember first introducing my then boyfriend (now husband… eeekk!!) to Bake Off. At the time, I lived in Wales and he lived in England, the boarders were closed as well as everything else. TV in lockdown was a strange thing for me; pre covid tv meant watching the world interact as if a deadly virus wasn’t lurking all around us, no masks, no social distancing -strange. Alternatively, watching the few things filmed with government restrictions, felt too close to home. But lovely, wholesome Bake Off was safe and cosy for my little brain and became something my housemate, my boyfriend, and I counted down the long ol’ days to. I remember balancing my phone against the books on my coffee table so Diego could watch it simultaneously though a WhatsApp video call. It seems so odd to be writing this out now, to remember the lengths we went to in order to feel close, especially when the world we live in feels so different now. One thing I can be certain of though, is that I feel more grateful than ever to switch on channel 4 on a Tuesday night with my cuppa in one hand and my husband’s hand in another (when Diego read this part, he said we sound like we live in an old peoples home, AS IF everyone else is getting wild on a Tuesday!!).
Beautiful 💗 I love putting toasted flakes almonds on mine as soon as it’s out the oven!