Only four seasons in, and just before its cast is about to dismantle, I’ve gotten really into the Great British Baking Show (all thanks to my aunt / visiting week-one post-surgery full-time nurse). I love the show for a couple of reasons. First, because compared to its reality TV peers, the people on the show are all so nice and everyone is downright supportive. Even Paul Hollywood, who is the closest the show has to a villain, can’t say something truly mean. But I also like the show because, in its very British way, it’s focused on technique and tradition, in stark contrast to American cooking competition shows that value throwing wild stuff in a pan and showing the judges how you can use gummy bears as a glaze for pork chops.
