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This post spoils the finale ofThe Great British Bake Off.
(We refuse to use the Pillsbury-mandated American alias.)
Lets start with an incontrovertible fact: This was a very English season ofBake Off.
Here it felt like family banter, a vision of the U.K. still firmly knitted into the European fabric.
Which is not to say that the English bakers got short shrift.
There was Lizzie, a colorful Liverpudlian whose Scouse gumption made her a fan favorite.
Contrast them to Maggie, this seasons token Little Englander, an archetype that usually does well onBake Off.
But not this time.
Another Londoner, Crystelle, probably would have won the whole thing were it not for an underbaked focaccia.
(A Goldman analyst, Crystelle also represented global finance, the less-sympathetic segment of the Remain coalition.)
And her fellow finalist Chigs rarely saw his own South Asian heritage mentioned.
Instead, Chigs was portrayed as the quintessential Leicester man, right down to his love of pork pies.
Last weeks grand finale put a cap on all this.
After Jurgens shocking elimination in the semis, the season came down to Giuseppe, Crystelle, and Chigs.
And what were they tasked to bake in the Technical?
Perfect spiral buns from Belgium, the home of the E.U.
Brussels isnt all bad.
The season ended as most would have predicted it would, with a Giuseppe victory.
The fantasy had finally been punctured.
If Britain doesnt have room for a guy like Giuseppe, what is the point?
