There
are some recipes that just shouldn't be messed with.
Take
Victoria sponge for example. It's flour,
eggs, butter and sugar, then with good quality jam and perhaps butter icing
added for the filling. Sometimes there
are variations on this theme - like adding cocoa powder for a chocolate cake -
but basically the four main ingredients remain the same.
Well,
that for me is the Great British Bake Off.
We have our four main presenters - Dame Mary of Berry, Paul 'Sparkling
Blue Eyes' Hollywood, and innuendo laden-duo Mel and Sue. That's it, don't mess with it.
The
chemistry between the team works. Yes,
the talk of soggy bottoms etc sometimes gets a little trying, but we forgive
them because it's such a good watch.
In
a world where there's so much uncertainty and nastiness, we could rely on good
quality BBC output like Bake Off, and Strictly, and Countryfile to help us
forget just for a little while what life was really like.
Wrapped
in our cocoon of icing sugar, or sequins or Adam's Farm, we can surround
ourselves in good things, even if it is just for an hour.
And
now? Well, the bad news is that GBBO is
leaving home. It's packing its bags and
mixing bowls and heading for Channel Four.
It's decided that Auntie Beeb's house isn't enough and it wants more.
More
what exactly? Money obviously. Which is a shame, because although I'm well
aware that everything sadly revolves around money, it just feels a little bit tawdry.
The
silver lining in my cloud is that at least it hasn't gone over to the great
satellite dish in the sky, because then my relationship with GBBO would have
abruptly and permanently ended.
As
it is, I'm thinking I will give it a trial reconciliation, just to see if we
can make the new arrangement work.
But
if they change the recipe, lose the main presenters and drive me mad with
commercial breaks every ten minutes, I may have to reconsider my position.
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