Simmering gently in the medium heat of an English summer's day. Mrs. MacMurphy is trying to teach us how to make a soufflé. She's whisking the egg whites . And folding them into the cheese, the milk and the butter. She empties the bowl until nothing is left. She whisks and she folds. And she swears like a TV chef. Mrs. F u c k i n g M a c Murphy. Teaches F o o d t e c h n ology
Now Mrs MacMurphy is basting a turkey in butter and herbs. Effing and blinding as she greases a pie tin with four letter words. Rolling out pastry, shortcrust and flaky for jam tarts and vol-au-vents. Mrs. MacMurphy slices and dices. Blasphemes and curses her way through a crisis. Mrs. F u c k i n g M a c Murphy. Teaches F o o d t e c h n ology
And I don't know what makes Mrs MacMurphy so very angry. I think something bad must have happened to her in the pantry. She says, who left the bloody oven door open? The b a s t a r d i n g fish is frozen. C h r I s t Almighty I'm
just trying to teach you. We might as well S.O.D. I.T. and phone for a pizza. Mrs. F u c k i n g M a c Murphy. Teaches F o o d t e c h n ology