Oh bliss! It's the one with successful Ayr businessman Forbes who serves his guests pigs' trotters at 30 pence a pop and sets the rhubarb crumble on fire.
And the English lady who calls him Fraser all the way through and gets a miserable score of five for that: she would have won if she'd been a bit more polite.
I don't know why, but I could watch these things all day, every day.
The ones with the horrible vindictive and competitive people aren't as good as the ones where the people like each other, for some reason.
I got all the ironing done as the episodes followed, one by one.
And those hairs on the pigs' feet....