I know I said if Rahul got through Patisserie week, I’d knock this Frill-Bake lark off. But I was enjoying the show so much I can honestly say that at no point last night did I consider wishing the lad gone.
Whether he deserves to be in the final is neither here nor there, he’s now officially and permanently a GBBO finalist. And despite what social media is ranting out about cheating, there were four in that tent, and whoever was the worst was going home. He is in the final because he wasn’t the worst.
The moment her mirror glaze was lifted like a rubber mat the decision was made for everyone, so we really didn’t need to hear Incontinence pads, but Briony kept fighting back throughout all the phases of her showstopper, and right up until she heard the Hollywood say Salty – it was crushing; and it was only at that point did she swallow that her Bake Off journey was all but over.
It’s no secret at this stage I’m winding down and would have got off earlier if I stuck to my word last week by not bothering if Rahul survived Patisserie week. But Briony is why I’m going back on my word and making the time to post this today.
Briony Williams was one savage contestant. Not just in this series but through them all she is one to be remembered. This is the first mention I am giving to her disability, it was not that I deliberately ignored it until this week, it was because I never saw it hold her back.
Nor did I get any inclination the Judges were treating her any differently so why should I.
I did think to mention it last week when I noted to myself how actually dexterous she is, and how fine her piping and modelling work is. But choose not to. It was a quarter final, so it should be anyway.
Also, I don’t think its why she didn’t make the final. This series saw some fantastic bakers sent home, bakers that have been early picks for the Final; like Dan.
And who would have put Ruby in the final after her first and second week? None’ah ye nor me, but I’ll be cheering her on next week in the final; which btw, has a first, the technical is off site and doesn’t involve any baking. I’ll let ye dig up yere own spoilers.
So Patisserie Week. I love this one because it always filled with challenges you’d never do, and with the kinda stuff you have no guilt about paying out for to have served up to ya.
But I’ll start with Noel’s shurt, sorry. I have a problem with purple. I’m an ol’ Regina Girl and in my day it was a very strict pinnie with blazer, all purple; and I haven’t gotten over it. Thankfully it didn’t stop me from enjoying the show and taking every last bite out of it.
It was the best Patisserie week I remember and those challenges were all brilliant. That Technical is a proper special event cake, and I don’t care now feckie it is, or challenging it is, or how may bits of kit and shyte you have to assemble for it. What a Cake – it deserves an intro all of its own:
Torta Setteveli is complicated enough to be called an event cake, its extravagant enough to feel guilty but its light enough to have seconds. Why not? Like you’ll hardly be doing one every weekend anyway.
Madeleines meh, but the sponge mixture will easily translate into a sponge finger for the Christmas Trifles that will soon be on us, and here in Rahul’s Chocolate Orange ones is a nice tidy recipe for orange curd.
What a Showstopper; it was just fantastic. It reminded me of Season one’s Final and Season 2’s own Patisserie Week. Choux and I have long running issues, but I have a great Sweet Shortcrust that I use for the Christmas Mince pies although I don’t think I’d get away with calling it pate sucree tbh with ye.
Millefeuille -which in Cork is called Millie-Frilly. I swear. Well when I lived there t’was, and it was more of a loaf shape that when you cut into it the cream and jam just flooded out from the layers. To me the smaller ones are slices, like a Custard Slice, so going to the kinda effort we saw last night, probably isn’t sum’ting I’m going to bother with, but here is Ruby’s summer fruit Millie-Frilly
I just can’t wait for the final. Seriously, I’m like an eight year old being allowed wait up for the Late Late Toy Show for the first time. I’m rooting for Ruby lads; a proper fake-it- till ya-make-it give-it-a-lash-Jack kinda baker.
Like meself I suppose, and look were I ended up. Ah what harm girl, be like me – have no regrets;
and make him eat that shurt