Recap of “Great British Baking Show” Episode 3: “Bread Week”

Welcome to Paul Hollywood Overconfidence Week, also known as Bread Week. Actually, this season was a pun week. The only things the English love more than mushy peas and colonialism are absolutely terrible puns. This is evident in the opening as Noel and Allison talk to us about their upcoming album Bake it until you make it with jams like “Loaf on Mars,” “Purple Grain,” and Bread Sheeran’s “You Knead Me I Don’t Knead You.”

Oh, but our hosts (who are doing an even better job than usual) are just getting started, because the biggest challenge is buns, the ambiguous cousin of the famous soggy bottom. They compliment each other’s buns, they talk about Paul Hollywood’s buns, and Allison says she’s excited to see some unusually shaped buns. I’ve seen a lot of buns in my time, but don’t they always look a bit the same? Round, juicy, just waiting for you to take a bite…look! I can play this game too.

For once it seems like everyone knows exactly what they’re doing and everything is going according to plan. Yes, that’s very beautiful and heartwarming, but we need a little drama, right? This is also reflected in the jury, with Paul – because this week it’s really only his opinion that counts – saying that it’s one of the strongest bread weeks in the show’s long history.

I’ve been dying to get a look at Dylan’s buns since the premiere, and they don’t disappoint. He uses a Korean fermented chili paste called gochujang to give them a hot and spicy flavor. Yes indeed. I knew it. Of course, Dylan’s rolls are hot and spicy. When Paul finally tries it out, he is effusive with praise. He says more words about Dylan’s buns than he did in all of season 14. (Understandable. I could talk about his rolls all day.) “I haven’t been surprised by a taste in a long time,” Paul tells him, praising the shape, size, color and uniformity of Dylan’s rolls. Yes indeed. Same, Paul. Same.

It’s no surprise that Dylan gets a handshake after everything Paul says, and Georgie also comes close with her Italian Chelsea rolls with pesto, sun-dried tomatoes and mozzarella. He tells her that all she needs is some shaved parmesan on top, so instead of a handshake she gets a slap. Oh, that’s the last thing we need. We already have a Hollywood handshake, we were ready for a Prue Pat, and he stole that from her too. Does he even need a co-judge during bread week?

Each one is a bit of a triumph, but John takes the cake with his Greek-inspired creation. The filling was too moist, leaving a deep pocket in the middle of the roll. Usually deep pockets get you everything you want but nothing further Baking showTreasure. Gill is very happy with her black pudding (disgusting!) and her chorizo ​​rolls, which she tops with “mustard cream”. That makes me think that Col. Mustard from Notice should invent a wonderful dessert. Yes, I had Sara Lee, but did you have Col. Mustard’s Custard? Sumayah, who is usually a master at all these casseroles, creates some beautiful sunflowers that the judges don’t like, but at least they are the unusually shaped and colored rolls that Allison was hoping to see.

The technical is a Baking show First, Paul asked the bakers to make a seven-strand braided bread wreath. (In England, braids are called “braids,” and along with Celsius, it’s one of the most annoying things in that country.) Instead of trying to explain how to do it in a recipe, Paul does a little demonstration of it in front of the bakers. This seems like real life because if I didn’t know how to do this I wouldn’t be reading about it but watching a video on YouTube. It’s the little changes that continue to make the show exciting. We don’t need the bakers to make a life-size model of their favorite royal family member out of cookies, we just need something extraordinary but also completely accessible. So much better. At the end of his little performance, Prue says, “Paul, it was such a pleasure watching you braid a loaf of bread.” Did she mean braid or pinch? Are we still playing the word game?

Most people understand braiding, but Dylan can’t, probably because he was still thinking about how Paul would run his mouth over his buns. Andy also puts the egg wash (a combination of egg and/or milk to make the bread brown and crispy on the outside) into his dough, which means he has to do it a second time, making him The pack lags behind the rest. But the second time he does so well that he ends up in the top three along with Sumayah and Nelly, who wins. It’s such a joy to watch Nelly as Paul praises her wreath. You could tell she just wanted to sing a song or praise her imaginary lover Noel, but she kept her face under control. Below is my boy Dylan, Christiaan and John who is not having a good day at all.

The trick is to make a cornucopia out of bread that contains at least two different types of bread. Cornucopia is, like everyone who had to make one out of construction paper for Thanksgiving in kindergarten, a cornucopia. All those horns and no one even made a joke about being horny. Are we making puns or not? I’m particularly disappointed with Nelly, who is definitely horny for Noel and that’s one of the many things I adore about her.

John is building a “Horn of Pride” and I want to tell you how many horns I have seen at Pride. Many. The only problem with Pride is that everything is rainbow. What have we ever done as an LGBTQIA+ collective to wear the rainbow, the ugliest and brightest collection of colors known to (gay) men or lesbians? To get into his cornucopia, he makes bagels, but when he cooks them, they sink to the bottom of the pan. (Since we’re making puns, I have to do everything in my power not to make a gay cornucopia joke.) He says they’ve never done this before, so he knows they won’t stand up.

John goes out to have a little cry in the garden and, sis, it’s okay. We’ve all been there. Allison comes out and tells him she was there Be sure to come dance (the British version of Dancing with the stars) She knew she was going home based on her performance and everyone else’s performance. “[My partner] Alijaz said, ‘She could still fall over,'” she tells John. Wait. Why am I crying? Why is this the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to someone inside (or just outside) the tent? God, this show is so wonderful and wholesome and how did it take 14 seasons to get National Treasurer Allison Hammond as a judge.

The eye-catchers all seem complicated enough but achievable, which is just the right place for a good challenge. Unsurprisingly, Sumayah’s looks like something you’d see on Instagram, with roses and leaves adorning the outside and little pink rolls spilling out. (It’s a shame Paul says the rolls are boring.) Gill’s summer holiday-inspired creation is a bit loud, with different colors and curls on the outside, but looks delicious and the judges say it’s simple but perfect. Georgie’s is also a marvel with lots of decorations and Paul calls their chocolate and hazelnut rolls “luxurious”, a word usually reserved for particularly soft toilet paper.

As soon as Dylan dropped his black and white striped cornucopia on the desk, we all knew he was taking Star Baker home with him. As Noel pointed out previously, it looks like a Tim Burton creation, and it’s a shame they had to cut it open to try it, because I would have happily included the whole thing in the shrine I have for Dylan (and his Rolls) build) in my guest room. They try his amaretto donuts and they both start purring like the cat that inspired Dylan. Then they turn to his maple bacon knots and Paul says they are expensive and forgiving. (We’re back to TP adjectives.) Paul tells Dylan that he’s a “good little baker,” and you can tell he’s flirting that way.

But not everyone does such a great job. Andy creates a creation inspired by a trip to New York, but his cornucopia disintegrates in the oven. If it’s inspired by America, it has to be big. (In the UK they sell appliances that are said to be “American-style”, and that just means they’re bloody huge.) He makes pizza, focaccia and pretzels, and Paul and Prue tell him everything What he did isn’t bad. but it doesn’t taste the way he described it. Even his pretzels are like cinnamon bread, says Paul. Andy can bake another day because it’s John and his buns who are going home. He cries, but he says they are tears of pride because he is so happy that he has come this far. I’ve cried tears at Pride before, but that’s because I haven’t tried Dylan’s rolls yet.