Mary Berry Biting Into Things

A loving homage to the bite of the Berry
Frasier Cake: Classic teapot bite from Mary here. There’s her handle. There’s her spout. Slight tilt of the body and bang - it’s teatime.
(Paul’s really trying bless him)

Frasier Cake: Classic teapot bite from Mary here. There’s her handle. There’s her spout. Slight tilt of the body and bang - it’s teatime.

(Paul’s really trying bless him)

(Source: BBC)

Brownie Burn: A cautionary tale if ever there was one. Mary, ever the embodiment of Joban patience, takes the time here to tenderly assess the temperature of James’ Scotch Brownie with her tongue. A sage move. Paul on the other hand employs no such restraint, inhaling the petits fours by the handful (forgoing the civility of cutlery) and paying the price. Judging by the expression on his stern sheriff-face, he won’t be able to taste anything with those taste buds for a good while. Luckily, Mary’s got some oral aloe vera in her bag. Trust Mary to save the day.
(NB: Danny’s loving it)

Brownie Burn: A cautionary tale if ever there was one. Mary, ever the embodiment of Joban patience, takes the time here to tenderly assess the temperature of James’ Scotch Brownie with her tongue. A sage move. Paul on the other hand employs no such restraint, inhaling the petits fours by the handful (forgoing the civility of cutlery) and paying the price. Judging by the expression on his stern sheriff-face, he won’t be able to taste anything with those taste buds for a good while. Luckily, Mary’s got some oral aloe vera in her bag. Trust Mary to save the day.

(NB: Danny’s loving it)

(Source: BBC)

Blackberry & Peppermint Macaroons: Now this bite has got to be worth the licence fee alone (Mary gets hers free of course). Tents can be unpredictable places and are fraught with hidden dangers for the prospective biter into things. No such peril for Mary though, seen here boldly defying an errant sidewind that slipped into her bite shot through a badly velcroed window panel. Unruffled and graceful as ever, Mary delivers the bite and remains as solidly steadfast as the hair on Paul’s Fructis-furrowed scalp.  (Sources close to Mary have hinted that this wind may, in fact, be a “fashwun wind” - part of an image revamp prompted by her new status as a patronised fashion icon)

Blackberry & Peppermint Macaroons: Now this bite has got to be worth the licence fee alone (Mary gets hers free of course). Tents can be unpredictable places and are fraught with hidden dangers for the prospective biter into things. No such peril for Mary though, seen here boldly defying an errant sidewind that slipped into her bite shot through a badly velcroed window panel. Unruffled and graceful as ever, Mary delivers the bite and remains as solidly steadfast as the hair on Paul’s Fructis-furrowed scalp.  (Sources close to Mary have hinted that this wind may, in fact, be a “fashwun wind” - part of an image revamp prompted by her new status as a patronised fashion icon)

(Source: BBC)

Brendan’s Crackers: He sure is.
He sure is.
Mary can’t even look.
(NB: Classic side-bite)

Brendan’s Crackers: He sure is.

He sure is.

Mary can’t even look.

(NB: Classic side-bite)

(Source: BBC)

Smoky Crackers (/a hair): A perfect lesson in masticatory elegance from Mary here. As a seasoned biter of things, Mary has come to accept the perils inherent in such a pastime. Here we see Mary attempting to enjoy a smoky cracker (haven’t we all) and, instead, finding herself in the uncomfortable position of biting down on a hair. The origin of the hair is unknown (possibly hailing from Paul’s bewitching HD-ready sheriff beard or an eyelash from one of his two, beautiful eyes), but Mary deals with it with the minimum of fuss, maintaining eye-contact as she does so. Exquisite.

Smoky Crackers (/a hair): A perfect lesson in masticatory elegance from Mary here. As a seasoned biter of things, Mary has come to accept the perils inherent in such a pastime. Here we see Mary attempting to enjoy a smoky cracker (haven’t we all) and, instead, finding herself in the uncomfortable position of biting down on a hair. The origin of the hair is unknown (possibly hailing from Paul’s bewitching HD-ready sheriff beard or an eyelash from one of his two, beautiful eyes), but Mary deals with it with the minimum of fuss, maintaining eye-contact as she does so. Exquisite.

(Source: BBC)

"I don’t carry a gun… I drive."
(and bite)

"I don’t carry a gun… I drive."

(and bite)

(Source: BBC)

Bomber Bun: As Paul titters away at Sue’s 11th bun innuendo, Mary wastes no time in seeing away a bun or two. The roomy (and now legendary) floral bomber jacket allows Mary to quietly stockpile buns to see her through the approaching winter.

Bomber Bun: As Paul titters away at Sue’s 11th bun innuendo, Mary wastes no time in seeing away a bun or two. The roomy (and now legendary) floral bomber jacket allows Mary to quietly stockpile buns to see her through the approaching winter.

(Source: BBC)

Queen of Puddings: We’re pretty sure no one has ever heard of this pudding. According to Mary, however, it’s a firm family favourite and has been for yonks. And who are we to argue? Mary clearly loves it.
Just look at her go.
Get it down you girl. 

Queen of Puddings: We’re pretty sure no one has ever heard of this pudding. According to Mary, however, it’s a firm family favourite and has been for yonks. And who are we to argue? Mary clearly loves it.

Just look at her go.

Get it down you girl. 

(Source: BBC)