Okay, UK. Where were you hiding THIS??
Two Fat Ladies, who ride across England on a motorcycle, swaggering into shops and sexually harassing meat-merchants, and then frying everything in a half-pound of butter.
This is an unscripted cooking show.
And by "fat," I don't mean a little thick in the hips. I mean sausage fingers, heavy breathing, lots of groaning when they have to get up, ground beef and bacon and butter for breakfast, FAT. God, they're beautiful.
Also they are COOKS, not chefs. There is a stark difference. This is a lot of fried organ meats and fish with salt, piled onto a plate. Pub food for the working man.
Also their politics are...well. Older women in the mid-90s. Lots of grumbling about vegetarians and how the stupid government won't let you torture animals to death anymore, even though we all know that makes them taste better. This episode basically starts with some remark about how English vicars are gay now, and I don't think she meant that kindly.
The show ended in 1999 when Jennifer Paterson died of lung cancer (this episode has a joke about her lungs dripping black goo). Clarissa Dickson Wright, a woman with an unbelievably fascinating and strange life you can go look up, made it to 2014, when a lifetime of meat and butter finally claimed her. She is the source of most of the curmudgeonly conservative jokes about how everyone and everything that doesn't think fox hunting is awesome is wrong.
This is almost a parody of this kind of show, like what if all the apolitical sexy people with degrees in French cuisine were replaced by your obese maiden aunt, and her shotglass and frypan? Which I'm guessing is absolutely the vibe they were going for. And it's very entertaining.
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