For nearly eight months I had waited for this day to come, and now, here it was! After breakfast all one hundred finalists filed into a small room off of the main ballroom. We were carefully lined up in the order of our kitchen station location. We also emptied our pockets of any personal belongings. Nothing, and I mean, nothing personal was allowed onto the Bake Off floor. No tissues, no phone, no camera, no lip balm, no pictures of the kiddos…nothing! Hey, there’s a million dollars on the line here. I get it; they mean business, so much so that we were told that we would not be permitted to use the restroom without an escort.
Life in the Van 