Peaches and cream. For a southern girl like me, those flavors represent my home. So when I make it to the semi-final round of a baking contest, and Southern sweets is is the theme, I think I have this in the bag. I don’t. I come second. To a man named, Ben Watson. And he’s not even Southern! Or American. I’m insulted. To add insult to injury, the final round has us working as a team, being judged on how well we teach a recipe as much as we’re judged on our cooking ability. Part of being Southern means that no matter what, you’re always polite. But I cannot be polite to this man. He’s ruining my hopes and dreams, and even worse, he’s setting my panties on fire while he’s doing it. Note: Put a pie in the oven, because this quick read is cheeky and over-the-top. It’s filled with tension-filled instalove and heated moments between a curvy girl and the hottest pastry chef you’ve ever seen.