You guys, I’m obsessed with this show. I’ve never been particularly enamored with Great Britain (other than the Royal Family and Downton Abbey), but this show warms my pessimistic heart.
The hosts? Witty. The judges? Playful. The contestants? LOVELY. This is the type of reality TV show that would never happen in America. Contestants aren’t sequestered to a house for weeks and stripped of technology/social media/the internet – they just take a train each weekend to a giant tent in the British countryside. No need to take time off from school or work.
Though there’s appropriately over-dramatic music as the clock runs out, this is not a catty competition environment. If one baker is finished and another one could use a hand, he’ll pop over and help out. If another contestant starts to have a meltdown because her Italian meringue cracks, one of the cheery hosts will soothe her. This is very much a no-drama zone.
Furthermore, they don’t even win anything…other than an engraved glass cake plate and the first place title. No money, no car, no speedboat, no trip for two to Aruba. And they’re not even mad about it! These people just LOVE to bake!!
Anyway, it’s literally the third best show on television – it’s on Netflix, actually – and it comes with my highest recommendation.