The Great British Baking Show
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Sue Perkins is at an uncharacteristic loss for puns.
Its a shame you cant get any double entendres out of this week, she deadpans.
The signature bake: a tarte Tatin.
(Say thatcinqtimes fast.)
Okay, Mr. Jenna Maroney Complaining About How Hard It Is to WatchAmerican IdolWhen You Have Perfect Pitch.
He adds dried lavender to the caramel for his apple tart.
Its edible, she says.
I know its edible!
Would it mean more if we actually gave you a crown?
Sue asks reigning Star Baker John as he works on his apple and vanilla tarte Tatin with walnut praline.
He answers, correctly, that yes, it would.
I had feared Jamess dried-lavender tart would taste like potpourri, but the judges are on board.
Unfortunately, it is also unusual-tasting, and looks not unlike a mushroom pizza.
This just looks like the cats been sick on, laments John of his own tart in progress.
James and Danny take first and second, respectively; Manishas rubbery filling puts her in last place.
The showstopper challenge calls for a large, ornate designer fruit tart.
Come judging time, Victorias tart looks uncannily like its been drizzled with mayo.
The taste is overpowered by lime; the bottom has been soaked to the point of disintegration.
Paul calls it, I think admiringly, a platter of fruit.
I see it more as a lush kaleidoscope, dotted with dragon fruit pearls and delicately fanned nectarine slices.
By the sound of it, I dont think Id kick his rosemary-scented mascarpone out of bed, either.
James, our boy king, is anointed Star Baker.
Well, Im going home.
I think thats very clear, Victoria says, pleasantly.
Im sorry to say she is not wrong.
Well miss you, Victoria!
