My friends consistently roast me about what an old lady I am, and it's kind of humiliating. So what if always tuck my shirt in, unironically love Jeopardy, and grunt when I stand up? My most recent discovery of The Great British Baking Show has only made it worse.
I started binging like two months ago and am proud to say that I just finished season 4 yesterday. The emotional intensity of this series has been a catalyst in my change from a girl to a woman. I just learned that the episodes on Netflix start on like season 4, and the show is called The Great British Bake Off, not "baking show" 😮 and I didn't even cry about the episodes I missed!
I have learned a little bit about baking, most namely that if you make something badly, the British version of Guy Fieri may hurt your feelings. I have also learned that even though old women are old, they can still dress much, MUCH nicer than you...
Though the judges are intimidating even for the viewer at home, you still get a real sense that they are passionate about the growth of each baker, and if you don't think that's the realest shit, get the fuck off my blog.
My brain absolutely maxes out on dopamine every time a contestant's crème pâtissière turns out perfectly creamy. I lose my shit 💩 when a genoise cake turns out light and fluffy, and it is likewise riveting when Mary Berry fucking merks some punk with a close-textured cake. And I go BONKERS AND FUCKING YONKERS when a bitch tries to finesse something special for their showstopper challenge and they FAIL TO MANAGE THEIR TIME WISELY 😠😠😠
Okay if you haven't blessed your brain with some wholesome 😇 entertainment suitable for the whole damn family 👩👩👦👦 then what the hell you should be ashamed. Do yourself a favor, go binch the crap out of this PRIME television and hit ur own blog up with some thoughts and opinions. TTFN.
Pound cake 🍑