There's a competitive edge to male friendships that can make it difficult for guys to be open and honest with each other. You might have things that you really want to talk about but can't for fear of appearing weak. As a gay guy, I could stand apart from some of this.
Last week I was asked to judge The Great British Bacon Off. Well, given I ate bacon with not one, but two meals on the day before the contest, I reckon I was fit for the job. This recipe, made by Sophie, was the winner.
The most watched television programme of the year was the final of a baking competition. Almost a quarter of the nation tuned in to see Nadiya Hussain win the Great British Bake Off, a competition comparable to those held at village fetes the nation over. But Hussain's victory is much more important to British society...
The final of the Great British Bake Off did not disappoint. More than 14million viewers tuned in to see Tamal, Nadiya and Ian bake, among other things, classic British cakes.
There is no morality to food. It is sustenance, joy, sharing, culture, and just plain fun. We were given taste buds and pleasure centres in our brains for a reason. And bodies that live, breathe, play, and love.
All three look to have pulled it out of the bag when it really mattered, but there can only be one winner. Who is going to claim the most sought-after tent-based accolade in television?
When it comes to the judging, Paul Hollywood suggests that Ian hasn't done enough with the time, it seemingly having slipped his mind that - let me repeat this - Ian's MADE A FULLY-FUNCTIONING WELL. FROM CHOCOLATE.
Madrid was littered with rookie mini break errors. We have just booked Rome. Rome will be different. We will ace Rome. And until Rome I will mostly be eating this soup. Because I really want to look slim and chic in Rome and I reckon this is a delicious way to get there.
Innuendo of the week: "It's important that you fill the horn right to the bottom so that you enjoy every mouthful" I can't help but think Mary Berry is just trolling us now.
Serve with a simple tomato sauce made by heating chopped tomatoes with a tbsp of olive oil, a little salt, pepper and a teaspoon of sugar for 20 minutes. Add some dried oregano and you're done. These are delicious with any pasta and of course, rice too...
Whilst no-one has gone quite as outré as Ian with the decorations, everyone's still making the most of the time available to perfect the presentation. Everyone, that is, except Mat, who sits calmly drinking a cup of tea and picking at his leftover ingredients while the others sweat over the intricacies of their showstoppers.
For months now I have been bullied and pressured by my peers into doing something I had no previous interest in doing. Something that would drain my time, leave me confined to the sofa gaping gormlessly into space, something that in all likelihood would give me the munchies. I am talking, of course, about the Great British Bake Off.
Despite being the only person in the tent (and, probably, the country) who knows what mahlepi is, dreamboat Tamal is having a crisis of confidence, and seems to spend half the challenge looking round at everyone else to try and get a better idea of what's going on.
Whenever I even think about afternoon tea, I go quite delirious in the head. All those sumptuous mouth watering gateau's, scones, macaroons and cakes- somebody help me! Somebody also help the stomach that has to digest it all!
Paul Hollywood sets a technical challenge of a dozen gluten-free pitta breads. In fact, it's as if he doesn't realise that a prime-time television show needs a bit more spectacle than some amateur bakers staring at a proving draw before turning out some dull, oval flatbreads.
Needless to say, adapting to a no-wheat diet has been a challenge. So here's a day in the life of me: a newly wheat-intolerant person.