Work is driving me insane. All I think about all day, when I’m not thinking about everything I should be doing but can’t of don’t have the time to do, is food. And more food. And how I love food. And wish I was around food.
So for a few weeks I dreamed a silly dream and applied to take part in this years Great British Bake Off, but didn’t hear anything. It’s hard as I know it’s simply that the standard must have been very high this year. But still a bit deflated as it was something I really could occasionally daydream about.
It says a lot about the standards this year, they have been auditioning in London, the form was fierce. I thought my form was quite good, but this country must be filled with awesome bakers. I’m just amateur with a capital A!
The other difference I think was I was quite late in he day with my application. Next year I will be a real early birdy I think. Plus I’m forever expanding my repertoire. The Royal Wedding is giving me more excuse than I need. You’d think I was catering that bad boy. I’m planning on doing an Annabel Langbein and tea smoking my own salmon. For the “wedding breakfast” (aka breakfast on the 29th). I could not be more excited than if I was getting married.
Oh William. How I have grown up alongside you. And Kate. How I knew you were right for him. All along. And you have lovely hair. Just lovely. Anne and I exchange every excited news update about the wedding. We are impossibly giddy. Can’t wait to put the bunting up.
And fill these bad boys!
– I don’t run for pleasure. I run for the love of cake. And bread. And pie.