T and I have been gobbling up Netflix showings of the Great British Bake Off. We love everything about it, even the week that features the horrid English delight in meat pies. The challenges are great and the competitions are so charmingly English, with nary a whiff of smack talk and good humor all around as the contestants bake and utter the most-charming of English phrases. The show is a delightful Angophile’s dream come true. We love it.
The English bake a metric ton of things so vastly different from our American efforts and I’ve been fascinated with the abundance of delicious-looking items they whip out of their ovens. I keep threatening to try my hand at some of these things and this weekend I got my wiggle on and did some baking. I baked a Victoria Sponge and then cut it into smaller heart-shaped cakes that I filled with my own lemonberry jam and homemade creme patisserie mixed into freshly whipped cream.
They were pretty to look at and delicious to eat. I don’t think I’m in line for Star Baker, but I made a jolly good effort.
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