“No occupation for a gentlewoman” – Potatoes Galore

TITLE: Potatoes Galore

NUMBER: Series 4, Episode 1

ORIGINAL AIRDATE: September 7, 1999

[A note before I begin recapping these final four episodes. Jennifer died on August 10th of 1999, and the experience of watching this season now, after living with this project for some time, must be similar to what it was like for BBC viewers to watch it then, knowing she was already gone. The show can’t quite feel the same.

[The nice thing about it is, she doesn’t seem ill in any of the episodes. On the contrary, she seems vibrant and well – in “Timber!”, for instance, I would argue she’s in as good a form as we’ve seen her in. It is only in the voiceover work, which Pat Llewellyn confirmed in Enjoy! was recorded from Jennifer’s hospital bed, that you can hear a difference – her voice is thick and painful. Those moments, usually dubbed over the motorbike sequences or the introductions of the dishes at dinner, are very difficult for me to sit through.

[However, for the most part, she seems fine, and in a way, it is good that her illness took her so suddenly. There was no decline in the quality of the program or her ability to perform. As we shall see, these final four episodes are not compromises in any way.

[Anyway, not to prolong this digression, but I wasn’t too familiar with “Potatoes Galore” before – in fact, there were times when I felt I hadn’t ever seen it. However, when I said as much out loud, my girlfriend said, “Oh, that’s ridiculous, you’ve made me watch this one a hundred times.”

[Well, be that as it may, it’s a good one. Enjoy. – WK]

SETTINGS: This episode is set in (or on) Jersey, a place I didn’t know much about. [It is an island, a “possession” of the United Kingdom but closer to France and apparently overlapped with the latter in some cultural ways.]


The ladies travel to a potato farm connected with the Les Prés Manor House, [a property that apparently has gone by other names in the past]. The ladies cook for a man they refer to as “the lord of the manor,” as well as for his potato pickers, most of whom appear to be Portuguese immigrants. (“From Madeira,” Clarissa says; Jennifer is excited for the opportunity to “practice my rusty old Portuguese” with them.)

Practicing her

Practicing her “rusty old Portuguese.”



The master of Les Prés has the surname Le Maistre – his first name isn’t given, and I wasn’t able to find anything specific about him online [though here’s an article about the family as a whole]. The ladies refer to him a couple times as “le grand Seigneur,” and it would appear he is rightly entitled to that honorific. It is not a true noble title but rather the equivalent of a “country squire” in England. [According to this, the Le Maistres have “been Seigneurs of St Ouen, La Hougue Boete, and Quetivel” in their time.]

Coats of arms of Le Maistre . . .

Coats of arms of Le Maistre . . .

. . . and St. Ouen.

. . . and St. Ouen.

When they arrive at the Manor, they find a note from the Seigneur attached to the front door that reads, “Ladies – I’m round the back in the bread oven with my cabbage.”

“Ladies – I’m round the back in the bread oven with my cabbage.”

They soon encounter the Seigneur himself – an elderly, bearded man with an English accent who is baking bread wrapped in cabbage leaves in a wood-fired oven.

Le grand Seigneur of Les Pres Manor.

Le grand Seigneur of Les Prés Manor.

A couple of field trips this time. First, the ladies head to the shore, where low tide allows them to collect (and cook) sea snails Clarissa calls “ormers” [apparently a type of abalone].



A beautiful Martello tower [apparently called “La Rocco”] is visible behind them on the beach.

La Rocco.

La Rocco.

Then they stop at a farm stand for fresh vegetables. [This made me smile, as there is a very similar country stand in the place where I grew up. – WK]

Farm stand

Finally, they make a stop in the potato fields themselves, where the workers show Clarissa how to use an old-fashioned tiller to dig potatoes.


DISHES: Clarissa bakes “a lovely, luscious chocolate pye” – “spelled P-Y-E” in the Eighteenth-Century fashion. In the second half, she does a Portugese fish stew with sardines, topped with crusts of bread.

Jennifer cooks “that good old thing, boeuf Stroganoff.” Then, because she’s “simply been in a Russian mood for some reason or another,” she does a soup that was created for “Pierre le GrandPeter the Great, the great emperor of Russia.” It’s a very simple soup – chicken stock with cream and vodka.


The ladies are puzzled by the Seigneur’s cabbage loaves:

Clarissa: Very curious, that idea of wrapping your bread in cabbage leaves before you cook it.

Jennifer [laughing]: It’s deeply sinister. Why do you think they do it?

[Clarissa shrugs.]

Jennifer: We haven’t tasted it yet – do you think it keeps the moisture in or something?

Clarissa: Possibly it does, or gives it some strange, esoteric flavor. [laughing] It may be wonderful!

Jennifer [laughing]: Old cabbage smell!

“Why do you think they do it?”

[Apparently the main purpose is the beautiful leaf pattern the cabbage leaves leave on the loaf once they’re removed.]

Cabbage loaves

You don’t know how tempted I was to write “the cabbage ‘leafs’ on the loaf.” Wocka wocka.

Clarissa’s “chocolate pye” is a recipe “from Hannah Glasse.” Its unusual crust uses ground almonds rather than flour.

Hannah Glasse.

Hannah Glasse.

[In Two Fat Ladies Obsessionsshe says of this recipe: “The crackling crust is particularly successful – it looks beautiful and is delicious to eat.” But with all due respect, that’s bullshit. I tried making it once and the damned thing stuck like glue to the bottom of the dish. I had to scrape it out with a pancake flipper. And it was for a party, too! – WK]

She scatters rose petals over the finished product. (“Goodness, that’s very far-fetched,” says Jennifer.)

Rose petals

On beef Stroganoff:

Jennifer: . . . There’s no real sort of ritual for it. It was invented in Russia, but I imagine probably by a Frenchman. I’ll probably get hundreds of Russians screaming about that.

She says it is imperative to use fillet of beef for the recipe.

She uses local oyster mushrooms for the dish, saying they have “a very good scent” and “a curious sort of aftertaste” neither lady can place.

Yellow oysters

Jennifer: We’ll pop them in and see what happens. Might murder everybody.

[My younger daughter immediately wanted to know if they would have canceled the program if people had died, or if they just would have aired the episode anyway. – WK]

Murder by Mushroom

A lot of sea creatures are mentioned – shrimps, winkles, limpets and whelks on the beach, and then red mullet, rock salmon, sole and turbot in the fish stew.







Red mullet.

Red mullet.





Of her stew, Clarissa says, “You can have any sort of fish you want, but the sardines are mandatory.”

“The sardines are mandatory.”


She notes that “rock salmon” is actually a euphemism for dogfish.

Dogfish - the

Dogfish – the “rock salmon.”

She puts piri piri sauce into the stew. (“Gosh, it’s getting hotter and hotter!” says Jennifer.)

Piri piri

Clarissa says the ormers “eat the seaweed . . . like cows.” (This causes Jennifer to try some of the seaweed herself!)


Jennifer says the sautéed ormers taste like calamari. Clarissa calls them “ears of the sea.”

Jennifer likes “the lovely Jewish chicken soup,” calling it “a cure-all for anything.” (“Jewish penicillin,” Clarissa agrees.)


Jennifer makes a beurre manié to thicken her soup with.

Jennifer grinds her pepper by hand with a mortar and pestle, for some reason. Unusually, Clarissa crumbles bay leaves into her fish stew.


Clarissa says to butter bread “lavishly.”



She also says lifting a heavy pan is “better than going to the gym,” and Jennifer replies, “Anything is better than going to the gym.”

Jennifer keeps the ormer shells to use “for ashtrays.”



On soup stocks:

Jennifer: No nonsense about a stock cube.

Clarissa: You never have any nonsense with a stock cube, Jennifer.

Jennifer: Oh, never have any nonsense with a stock cube.

When Clarissa adds vinegar to her fish stew, Jennifer says, “Not malt!”


The opening (or closing) movement of Carl Orff’s Carmina Burana is used as incidental music on the beach.

Carl Orff.

Carl Orff.

Jennifer sings “A Gay Caballero.” [Fairly racy in places.]

She also quotes Douglas Byng’s “Millie the Messy Old Mermaid.” [Also racy.]


In the potato field, the hymn “We Plow the Fields and Scatter” is played. [Not racy.]


 Clarissa: Have you been reading your almanac lately?

Jennifer: No, it’s not a thing I often do.

Clarissa: Oh well, there you are. Had you done so, you would know that it is the spring equinoctial tide.

Jennifer: Well, in Jersey, they’re probably witching.

[It seems there is a tradition of witchcraft on the island.]

Witch Cult

The Seigneurs of Jersey apparently hanged witches.

The Seigneurs of Jersey apparently hanged witches.

Clarissa points out a broomstick and says Jennifer should try flying on it.

Broomstick (at right).

Broomstick (at right).


Clarissa: I wonder who Count Stroganoff was.

Jennifer: I don’t know, and I’ve got a book that tells you such.

Clarissa: I like to envisage Count Stroganoff – you know, dashing in his Hessian boots.

Jennifer: Twirling his mustachios and flashing his saber.

Clarissa: Oh yes, all of that.

[Wikipedia says the origin of the Stroganoff name, like that of Beef Wellington, is a mystery, though it suggests it may actually have been named for this person rather than the Count.]

Count Pavel Stroganoff (no mustachios).

Count Pavel Stroganoff (no mustachios, though).

Alexander Stroganov, another possible namesake.

Alexander Stroganov, another possible namesake.

I think Alexander looks a bit like a young Barry Manilow.

I think Alexander looks a bit like a young Barry Manilow.

Hessian boots.

Hessian boots in somebody’s living room.

Peter the Great was a “marvelous man” who “came to England to study shipbuilding.”

Peter the Great.

Peter the Great. Now those are mustachios.

When he went back to Russia, he took “a wonderful Scotsman” with him, who “stayed there for years and became very rich.” [Presumably she means this guy.]


The “wonderful Scotsman” Patrick Gordon.

Clarissa says, “The Scots built Leningrad; built half of Moscow too.” [Not sure how much truth there is in that, but here’s some reading on the subject if you’re interested.] Jennifer says, “The Scots are a force to be reckoned with.”

“A force to be reckoned with.”

Clarissa: I wonder how the Indian onion shortage is going.

Jennifer: Are we having an Indian onion shortage?

Clarissa: The Indians are having an onion shortage; there were riots last year.

[Then Jennifer says something that sounds like “My dear, think of all the Varghese,” but I’m not sure what that means. UPDATE: Thanks to Stephen for helpfully pointing out that Jennifer is most likely referring to bhajjisIndian vegetable fritters. – WK]

Protest to do with an Indian onion shortage.

Protest to do with an Indian onion shortage.


“My dear, think of all the bhajjis.”

When Clarissa is spreading her rose petals, Jennifer says, “You should have a great shower of them coming down, like one of those wonderful Alma-Tadema pictures.”

Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema.

Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema.


Alma-Tadema’s “The Roses of Heliogabalus.”

Clarissa says “He loves me; he loves me not” while working with the flowers. Jennifer calls Clarissa “Fearless Freddie” at one point.

Fearless Freddie

In the potato fields, Jennifer says potato-picking is “no occupation for a gentlewoman,” then goes on to misquote Belloc’s poem “Lord Finchley”: “It is the duty of the gentleman/To give employment to the artisan.”

Hillaire Belloc.

Hillaire Belloc.

STYLE WATCH: There is a great fireplace in the manor kitchen.


Clarissa’s hair is cut rather short; my girlfriend didn’t like her lipstick.

Hair and lipstick

Jennifer’s blouse is split again, but unusually she wears a turtleneck under it.


She wears her red boots again on the beach. The second segment is shot from a different side of the kitchen.


Talking about abalones, Jennifer says, “I’ve eaten Aborigine” by mistake.

“I’ve eaten Aborigine.”

Clarissa says the fish for her stew were “caught this very morning by a hunky fisherman.”

Hunky fisherman

She also says her chocolate pye is an aphrodisiac.


A lot of vodka goes into Jennifer’s soup, even after cooking. She also uses a little port in her Stroganoff sauce, saying she finds it “better for cooking than drinking, but that’s because I don’t like it much.”


Jennifer makes a very surprised face when Clarissa tells her that chilled cream can cause melted chocolate to harden too rapidly.


Clarissa says, “Against all adversity, the British will barbecue.”

The British will barbecue

The motorcycle gets stuck in the sand when they’re trying to leave the beach.


Another first, as we see the ladies setting the table for dinner.

I loved this touch, for some reason.

I loved this touch, for some reason.

Finally, in the epilogue Jennifer points out a duck in the sky and says, “Bang bang – duck.”

“Bang bang – duck.”

MISTAKES: [Maybe it’s just me, but it seems the title “Potatoes Galore” suggests there will be a focus on potato recipes.]

Potatoes Galore

The dialogue on the bike is very badly dubbed in places – you can see their mouths don’t match the voiceover.

Some of the workers don’t remove their hats at dinner.

Hats at dinner

There is a typo in the end credits.

“TV Onntario.”

PHONY BUSINESS: The ladies pretend to become lost looking for the Manor, and are surprised when the potato pickers they ask for directions turn out to be the diners they’re cooking for. Clarissa says they’ve been going in circles, and during the end credits they drive off to immediately return the other way.

[In Spilling the Beans, Clarissa reveals that ormers are found in deep waters and that the sequence with her pulling them from under rocks on the shoreline was set up.]

A silly dubbed-over splash sound is used to suggest the ladies have driven into the sea at the beach.

TRADEMARKS: The kitchen has an AGA (with a charming crooked stovepipe).

AGA stovepipe

Clarissa mixes her piecrust with her hands. Upon reaching the potato fields, she says the walk was “not too far,” but Jennifer says it was “far too far.”


6 thoughts on ““No occupation for a gentlewoman” – Potatoes Galore

  1. Hey! So jennifer says ” imagine the bhajis (an Indian dish with onions, fried I think)” just thought you might like to know. I love these ladies and can’t stop watching on a loop! Thanks for your site!

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  2. Greetings, I,too, am a TFL fan and have been since they first aired. I, too, made Clarissa’s Chocolate Pye for a party about a decade ago. The filling was delicious, but the crust was practically impossible to eat; very much like cement. 🙂 Who cares, I still cook up TFL recipes all the time. Thanks for this project. I really miss both women. CDW went on to do a lot of work for the BBC in the years after this series so abruptly ended.

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  3. How absolutely delightful to have found this magnificent blog on these ladies. I remember the show oh so well and delighted in watching it first time round. I remember Jennifer shopping in the market here in London and she was something of a local celebrity among the regulars and stool holders. Although I was a little to young to really take notice of her ( 14 / 15 ) . It was only when people started to talk about her doing a television show that I suppose I actually paid notice to her . And then their she was on the screen for all to see . My only regret is I never got her to sign her autograph for future property.

    So I shall end with a huge thank you for this gorgeous blog you have compiled with all its information and interesting updates .

    PS I registered or opened and account on this page purely to acknowledge your achievements here , I hope to my efforts are not in vain and you find that people have taken the time read & enjoy your efforts.

    Regards Asa Fredriksen Esq ,
    London Uk

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