Thanks to The Great British Baking Show, I have a new favorite word: scrummy. Slang for scrumptious.
This show could be the kindest, gentlest, best show to be on television in memory. PBS recently finished airing the second season of this British import, but Season One is on Netflix.
It’s a competition without chaos and rancor. People are kind and supportive of one another. As the clock winds down, you’re likely to see a finished contestant scrambling to help another contestant who is slightly behind.
In Season One, the youngest contestant, a seventeen year old, had a disappointing pastry that the judges found lacking. She was sitting on a stool starting to tear up when one of the older gentlemen (and I use that term deliberately!) contestants caught her eye and put a finger under his chin with a little smile and a “chin-up” gesture. She smiled in return.
For all its sensitivity, the pace is quick and the cakes and pastries that the contestants produce are simply amazing. I read that this is one of the most popular shows on British television. Easy to see why.