The Great British Bake Off Visual Aids Are Baking Away Again In Margheritaville
The bakers take another little pizza our hearts, now, baby!
It's the first-ever Italian Week, but the bakers don't really give a toss. Does the Two Spotted Dicks podcast? We make you laugh? We're here to friggin' amuse you?
Forty degrees in the tent? (That's 104 for you Yanks.)
Something everyone enjoys seeing on a food show is people wiping away copious amounts of sweat.
How bad can they be? They're still cannoli.
Of course, there's cannoli, and then there's cannoli.
Oh, Italian-style cannoli. Bold decision, Steven!
Nice touch with the umbrellas, Yan...
...but Adam would still rather have Kate's boozier offerings.
Yawn, another typically strong entry from Sophie. (Just kidding, we love Sophie.)
This didn't turn out to be the amputation Kate led us to think it was.
Yan sure ain't a scientist of pizza tossing.
Kate, I realize the Italians were on the other side in World War II, but that's no reason to butcher the Margherita. Or maybe this is Yan? Whatever, they were both terrible.
Just whose underwear are you comparing this to, Paul?
Last season, Paul's stalking might have annoyed us, but Paul is good now!
Don't push it, Paul.
It's a good thing that the baking probably covers up the smell of the bakers.
Ah yes, remember when the lobster man would make his morning tails deliveries?
Nobody does it better, Steven.
Sophie's were barely edible. Ha ha! No, of course, she can do anything.
Well, Kate, that's...uh...very good for a first try. Well, maybe not very good. Let's say "good." Or...nah. Step up ya game, Kate!
Real Canadian-style would have included poutine and Coffee Crisp fillings.
Stacey, that icing sugar was supposed to be for everybody.