Baking has become the thing to do.
Those of you living in the UK will know that this week has seen the final of the Great British Bake-off. In addition it’s also National Baking week. A week where everyone is encouraged to re-engage with baking.
Those of you not from the UK, just google Great British Bake-off to read about the all male final where fondant fancies were the test piece and a chiffon cake –a featherlight, butter less sponge cake–won the day I’m not a baker myself, but I do know a few—Mrs Gwladys Merryweather and her grandson Sam, to name but two. No, I see myself more of a consumer, or product tester.
There is no doubt that baking is an art and I’m not talking about being able to pour in a ready made cake mix and pop it in the oven. I am talking about doing it from scratch. There is an element of the weird and wonderful in making cup cakes that grown men cry over.
But then, should we be surprised? I’ve always said that there is a bit of mystery involved. It wouldn’t take a great stretch of the imagination to believe that certain cakes and biscuits baked a certain way with the right ingredients might have supernatural powers. How about Truthy-fruities that make you incapable of lying, or wake-up snaps that would get you bouncing all the way to school or work if you had one for breakfast.
Wouldn’t it be great to be able to bake your way through life, calling up the needed ingredients when you wanted them? Maybe that’s what’s made it so popular with men. Usually unmarried men. So what do you call a single man who loves to bake? A spatula.
Oh, come on, work with me.