You Are What You Eat The Large Family

Children, supper's ready!

Your favourite supper - pasta and fish fingers.

-THEY GROAN

-Oh, come on, children.

You usually like this.

We do, Mum. It's just that we had exactly the same thing

the day before yesterday.

-Hmm.

-And the day before that.

It's not easy for your mother to think up new meals all the time.

Sorry, Mum.

Sorry.

We love pasta and fish fingers. It's just we don't like it all the time.

You're right. Perhaps I should invent some new recipes of my own.

THEY GASP, THEN SIGH

Hmm.

Hmm...

OK, OK, OK. I won't invent my own recipes.

HE KISSES HER Night, Mum.

Night, Mum. Don't forget Sebastian's coming for supper tomorrow.

-Goodnight, Mum.

-Aw...

-And don't worry. Just cook something simple.

Well, I promise I won't do fish fingers and pasta again.

Sweet dreams, Laura.

Perhaps I'll find some interesting recipes in this magazine.

You always cook nice things, dear.

I'm sure Sebastian will love whatever you do.

Hmm.

Cooking lessons with the famous chef Samuel Omelette.

FRENCH ACCENT: 'Allo, everybody and welcome.

Today, for this first lesson,

I will be cooking something simple but delicious.

A creamy chicory soup with croutons.

And now, let's begin the lesson.

Ooh! Nearly forgot my croutons.

Hmm...remember,

cooking takes lots of practice.

See you tomorrow.

Yeah!

< Children, dinner's ready!

Yahoo!

A surprise? That's nice, dear.

What are we celebrating?

My new hobby. I'm taking cooking lessons.

THEY GROAN

Hmm, cooking lessons, eh?

Ha-ha-ha, well,

let's tuck in.

BOTH: Yay, soup!

I love soup!

-SHE PUTS ON FRENCH ACCENT:

-This evening, we have cream of chicory.

Oh...

It's a bit of a bitter taste. Why isn't it your tomato soup?

You can't cook the same things over and over again. You told me that.

Um, I don't feel very hungry, Mum.

Oh, poor Lester, that's a shame.

Then you won't want any of the juicy roast chicken I've got in the oven.

Or chocolate ice cream for dessert?

Well, maybe I could manage a little bit of chicken. And the ice cream.

But I'm sorry, Mum. I just don't like this.

Can I have some more, please, Mrs Large?

This soup is delicious!

It's a cream soup.

Oh, no!

I forgot the croutons.

Oh, well, it was only my first lesson.

There's going to be more surprises?

Of course! I told you - gourmet cooking's my new hobby.

And tomorrow, I'll be making another recipe

from the great chef Samuel Omelette.

Sebastian, darling. Did you have enough to eat at the Larges'?

Oh, let me get something for you, my little lamb.

No, thanks, Mum. I had three bowls of delicious chicory cream soup.

Mrs Large has become a real gourmet chef.

Ch-ch-chicory c-c-cream soup?!

How on earth did she manage that?

She's started taking cooking lessons with the famous chef Samuel Omelette.

Hmm!

Today, we are going to be learning

how to make a cheese souffle with nutmeg.

Ah, Monsieur Omelette! I wondered if I might join your prestigious class?

Oh, Mrs Large!

Hmm.

SHE CHUCKLES

First you must take grated cheese...

How can we make Mum stop her cooking lessons?

It starts with chicory soup, but soon she'll be serving us

snails in garlic sauce. Or grilled octopus tentacles.

I don't even like it when Mum cooks Brussels sprouts!

Lester, do you think Mum might really cook snails or octopus one day?

See, we really must do something, and quick.

Hurry up, everyone, the cheese souffle can't wait.

Oh, no!

It's not supposed to do that.

I'm sure it's delicious, dear. Let's try it.

Hmm...

What's that strange taste?

That's nutmeg, dear.

I don't like nutmeg, Mum.

-It's a bit stodgy.

-Hmm...

If it's too difficult, perhaps you should give up your lessons, Mum.

We wouldn't mind, honestly.

Oh, no. I love my new hobby. I just need more practice.

We've got to stop Mum from going to Samuel Omelette's lesson tomorrow.

I've got an idea.

Oh, Laura, darling. You're all covered in spots.

I know. I think it must be that...that nutmeg.

We've never eaten it before.

Nutmeg, of course.

Oh, dear, let me see.

Is it very itchy?

-Oh.

-SHE GASPS

Whose silly idea was this?

Now, that's not funny.

Wash that off and get to bed.

Well, one thing's clear, dear.

They don't like nutmeg.

Did your mum tell you what today's recipe would be, Sebastian?

Yes. She said something about a special menu with...

whole fresh fish in some kind of...cake thing.

A fishcake thing? You mean a whole fish, with the bones and everything?

All inside a cake?! Oh.

I don't want to eat that fish thing in cake. We'll have to do something.

I know. We're going to need your help, Sebastian.

Now, listen carefully.

DOORBELL

Ah, hello, Sebastian.

Hello, Mr Large. My mum would like to have

Mrs Large's famous tomato soup recipe. Is she here?

Linda, dear, Sebastian's here.

He'd like to ask you something... for his mum.

< Coming!

< Bye, Sebastian!

Oh!

Hee-hee!

But...

how come you've eaten it all?

Anyone for seconds?

-I'm full up, thanks.

-If you like it that much,

you can have some more tomorrow. There's plenty left.

Oh, no, Lucy!

-You seem to like it?

-It's exquisite, Sheena.

You really are a cordon bleu cook.

SHE GASPS

Oh, poor Mrs Large.

She really doesn't have the knack.

I like my cooking lessons. And it gives you a chance

to taste new things. But instead of supporting me, you throw food away.

Sorry, Mum.

Sorry.

Yeah, sorry.

Well, I know I'm not as good at cooking as Mrs Smart,

but I was trying to do my best.

We don't care about fancy meals. We prefer your old way of cooking.

It's true. I've been spending all my time shopping and cooking.

And I've had no time left for you.

-And I miss that, too.

-Hmm.

Let me guess tomorrow night's menu.

Fish fingers and pasta?

-SHE CHUCKLES

-And my famous tomato soup.

ALL: Hooray!

-Oh! Ya-ya!

-Ooh!

This is from that posh delicatessen down the road.

The salmon puff pastry specialist.

Ho-ho! Mrs Smart ISN'T a better cook than me.

She's just always cheated, buying it ready made.

THEY LAUGH

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