// 5 Reasons You Need to Watch The Great British Bake Off //
It’s probably the most British thing since bad teeth and the Queen, the Great British Bake Off is a baking competition featured on BB1 and chronicles a competition with amateur bakers. Seems dull right? Wrong! Find below my 5 reasons to watch The Great British Bake Off Now!
The sexual innuendo - ‘soggy bottom’ takes on new meaning this show, coming from the delightfully British and polite mouth of Mary Berry, the show makes for some hilarious viewing.
The comedy genius of Sue and Mel - The presenters of the show comedian Sue Perkins and presenter Mel Geidoryc, create wacky farce and mischief as the narrate the amateur baker’s every move.
3. It can be pretty inspirational, from gravity-defying cakes to watching people discover self-confidence the show can really tug at the heart strings!
4. The Cakes Are Pretty Spectacular. From the showstopper to the technical challenge, these people know what they’re doing. Get ready to be impressed every week.
5. And finally The Great British Humour, its sarcastic, silly and just a little bit dirty! This show never takes itself too seriously and always ensures a laugh.
So give it a go, but warning, never watch this show hungry!
I would eat this every morning if I had the time and the $$ 😩😩 Oats cooked with mixed frozen berries, topped with coconut yogurt, fresh fruit and rawnola (blended up oats, dates, desiccated coconut, cocoa powder, molasses and hemp seeds) 😋 (Frozen blueberries in oatmeal is still the best though 👌👌)
Low-key thinking of starting a you tube channel 💭 You guys could get to know the person behind the photos?? Let me know what you think :) -Zoe xx
I cannot believe it has been so long since I posted and I’m sorry, truly, that it’s taken me forever and a day to get my ass in gear. But due to recent events, I felt inspired to write something and I’m actually really, really happy with how this turned out!
Also, I owe a huge thank you to @permanentcross for giving me advice and reassuring me this wasn’t crap and to @canistay-haz for being her wonderful, loving self and telling me I don’t suck. You both are so, so lovely and I’m lucky that I can ask you for advice when I’m not confident in my writing.
Normally, Saturday mornings would be reserved for sleeping in, lazy kisses, and barely audible gasps filling your ears. Today however, you and Harry had to be somewhat functioning adults. You were having one last get together with Harry’s closest friends and family before his life was sent into the spotlight for who knows how long, and he didn’t get to be as free and open with his time as he had been.
You woke up about half an hour after Harry did, knowing you had things to do and people to see but you were having none of it. All you could think about was the slight yet very-much-still-there tingling sensation between your legs thanks to yours and Harry’s late night rendezvous. You smiled to yourself, rolling over and letting your face collide into Harry’s pillow, inhaling his lingering scent that made you want him all over again…
You made your way downstairs to your boyfriend, legs bare and torso covered in his ridiculously baggy pink shirt that was littered with the white polka dots, your rear just barely peeking out at the bottom hem. Harry was sporting only a pair of grey joggers that hung much too low on his hips, not that you were complaining.
“Morning, sunshine.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, peppering his back with tiny pecks.
“G’morning, poppet. Sleep okay?” Every morning after, without fail, he asks how you slept. He asks because he knows when you’re both in the heat of the moment, sex isn’t gentle. Not that it’s animalistic, but you and Harry like what you like and making sure you’re comfortable and properly taken care of after is an essential part of his aftercare routine; he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take care of you and pamper any part that might be slightly bruised or extra loved on. He does love a routine after all…
“Mhm,” you purr into his back, pecking his skin once more before he spins around in your grasp, your arms falling to your sides while he places one hand on your cheek and encloses your mouth with his.
“Good,” he smiles down at you, pecking your cheek before turning back to the countertop where you can see he’s been preparing a dessert for the get together later that night.
“Whatcha makin’?” you ask, hopping upon the countertop, legs swinging back and forth while eyeing the bowl of plain raspberries and the graham cracker crust that was still sitting in the tart pan Harry insisted he needed.
“How does a raspberry tart for tonight sound? Bought the pan, figured there was no use in letting it sit in the cupboard.”
You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle. There was nothing comical about the dessert in and of itself, but you were feeling some type of way this morning and you couldn’t help but think of it in a provocative way.
Harry rolled his eyes, trying not to grin, “Why is that funny?”
You just giggled again and reached to kiss him on the cheek, “Maybe I wanna be your little raspberry tart. I already have the perfect shirt on.” Although you’d been sitting on the countertop for a good minute already, Harry had just noticed how his shirt had ridden up your thighs and he swallowed hard, also taking in how you had only the bottom two buttons fastened and there was little, if anything, left to the imagination. What Harry didn’t know was that you didn’t have anything covering the part of you that wanted him the most; he figured you’d just thrown on something skimpy just to torture him but no, you were completely bare, apart from the bottom of the hem under your bum, and sitting on your boyfriend’s counter. Harry didn’t have a prayer.
You smirked at him cheekily and even though you’d had him not even eight hours before, he could tell you still had an appetite for something else, something that filled you in a different way.