This was the week when life’s metaphorical Magimix should have been cranked up to max to overcome a nagging feeling of Bake-Off ennui – boredom being a dampening agent beyond the fixing capabilities of Boris, Bowie, industrial strength bicarb or the strongest yeast.
The first challenge last night involved using cultured dairy products – the wisest bakers staying furlongs away from the horsey harshness of Sandi and Rosie’s voices lest they act as extra curdling agents with the milk.
‘Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold’ was the feeling of last night’s quarter final, when no one shone brightly enough to kickstart a scooter, let alone a career.
By now, most of the kooky contestants have crumbled, grappling for an extra slice of fame before the mould of old dough becomes overwhelming.