My grandma is a Mary Berry. She makes pies so good, the neighbors think she’s a witch. I swear she’s been cooking since the dinosaurs had a snack.

That lady at the market is a Mary Berry. She’s got a recipe for bread that makes the bread whisper secrets to you.

My aunt’s a Mary Berry. She doesn’t just cook, she turns food into art. I once ate a cake and it tasted like love.