I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – I’d rather stick pins in my eyes than watch The Great British Bake- Off.
Well, okay, I wouldn’t really go quite that far. But why would I want to watch a group of people bake cakes that I can’t eat?
Why would I care whose baked cheesecake was better when I’m not able to taste it for myself?
So I was mystified by the outrage and absolute bile pouring forth about someone’s baked Alaska.
Why would you even want to make a baked Alaska? Why ruin perfectly good ice cream with a load of sponge?
And who cares if a television programme made it look like someone sabotaged someone else’s effort at making one and someone got kicked off the show?