It has been a good week, a great week in fact, and I can say
this before I even hit Friday. There has been more salted peanut butter and choc chop cookies, a great peer mentoring session, meetings with lots of
inspirational people and the not insignificant issue of securing a big chunk of
the start-up capital I need to launch.
We’re at the halfway point now of the GBBO (and wow, where
has that time gone?!) and this week it was Biscuits and Traybakes that tested
the skills and finesse of the bakers. I won’t spoil it here, but I got it spot
on this week who would be Star Baker and who would be heading home (small
victories ey). For a review of this week’s episode check out Bakers Anonymous.
Those of you who follow A Baked Thesis on
Twitter/Facebook/Instagram will no doubt have seen the plethora of cake that
has accompanied the past few weeks. It feels like every week has seen another
social event requiring the presence of an array of baked goods. Big family
gathering over the weekend? Cake required. Friend’s birthday? Cake required. Two-year
old girl’s tea party? Cake required. Family
dinner on Sunday? Cake required. The list goes on.
My close friend Gem and I were in
the pub on Saturday night contemplating and reflecting upon the past year,
slightly shocked, perhaps impressed, with the amount of change that we had both been subjected to, which we concluded had to bode well for the year
On Monday, I returned from V Festival
a shadow of my former self. Broken, bruised and exhausted, after far too much
jigging in a tent to 5ive, the return of the Great British Bake Off on Tuesday
night was exactly the right remedy: a well-needed comforting hug. With viewing
figures hitting 5.6million (up nearly 2 million from last year’s launch
episode), it appears I am not the only one who was pleased by its return.
The due date is fast approaching. The hospital bag is
packed. Everything Chez Roff and Chez Roff/Cutt is now baby proofed and baby
prepared (seriously, it is astonishing the amount of paraphernalia a baby needs,
or at least, what my sister and mother think it needs). Until last weekend my
role in this build-up, with little parenting advice to offer and what turns out
to be a very short attention span when it comes to discussing the relative
merits of prams, could only be described as limited. However, when talk turned
to the baby shower, it was like, hey, I bake, here is my in.