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For our UK Loungers, my quite-a-talented-baker girlfriend and I have been watching "The Great British Baking Show" via Netflix (we're up to season 3 - so well behind).
In general, we avoid reality TV, but this one keeps the fake-drama quotient under control while providing some real insight into the skills and processes involved in baking some pretty complex things. Also, the amateur bakers' enthusiasm is contagious - and some of the breads and pastries are really fun to learn about and see being created.
That said, my enjoyment of this show is just another reason why I am not proud of myself - we have spent hours of our lives watching other people "compete" in a for-TV baking competition.
For my girlfriend, she can at least argue she's learning some things she'll use in her baking; for me, our oven is just a giant warming box that I only use to heat things up that super girlfriend has left for me if she's out for a night, so I am completely wasting my time watching other people bake , but heck, I am enjoying it and, "fortunately," my dad isn't alive to see me do it (which would only be one of five hundred reasons he'd be disappointed in me).
In general, we avoid reality TV, but this one keeps the fake-drama quotient under control while providing some real insight into the skills and processes involved in baking some pretty complex things. Also, the amateur bakers' enthusiasm is contagious - and some of the breads and pastries are really fun to learn about and see being created.
That said, my enjoyment of this show is just another reason why I am not proud of myself - we have spent hours of our lives watching other people "compete" in a for-TV baking competition.
For my girlfriend, she can at least argue she's learning some things she'll use in her baking; for me, our oven is just a giant warming box that I only use to heat things up that super girlfriend has left for me if she's out for a night, so I am completely wasting my time watching other people bake , but heck, I am enjoying it and, "fortunately," my dad isn't alive to see me do it (which would only be one of five hundred reasons he'd be disappointed in me).