A Mom’s Review of the Great British Bake

Off A wholesome, delicious, and inspiring reality TV masterpiece.

By: Stella Mehlhoff

There is nothing I love more than this TV show. It’s a little unhealthy. But after a long day of work, followed by placating PTA moms, followed by making dinner, followed by helping my kids with their homework, followed by being my husband’s only emotional support (because men are helpless), it’s really very soothing. I mean, what could be better than watching wholesome people with lovely accents make delicious desserts that are actually beautiful?!

Plus, I’ll admit, while my dedication to the show doesn’t rely on it, I do have intense crushes on the baking dads. I’m head over heels for those scones that you made with basil harvested from your garden, Ian! Please make as many sexual innuendos about your sticky pudding as possible. Too far? Never mind, I’m not ashamed. 

And, if the hour-long episode wasn’t enough to soothe your soul and revive your faith in humanity, the enjoyment of this reality tv masterpiece can bleed into your everyday life too. Now, whenever I cook or bake, I set myself a timer, and I talk to myself in a British accent. Very fun, very intense. Sometimes my daughter asks me if she can help with the cookies, and I’m like, “NO SWEETIE, IF I DON’T GET THIS TECHNICAL RIGHT, THEY’LL SEND ME HOME.” She just backs away slowly in fear, but I know that the appreciation of fine baking she gains from my twelve perfectly uniform banana muffins is worth it.