01x17 - Life's Rich Gumbo

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Is this a new exercise trend?

Dance-eating?

I like it.

No. I'm just too excited to sit.

Today's a big day.

It's Tuesday.

There's one every week.

Yeah, but this Tuesday,

we have a special visitor.

A super fun visitor that lets you sit

on their lap and brings cool presents.

Santa Claus is coming?

This is a dream come true.

I didn't make my bed

this morning.

Why'd I pick today to be naughty?

If that's the bar for naughty,

I'm in big trouble.

It's not Santa.

It's someone even better.

Beyoncé?

Maybe you should just tell us

before Pretty explodes.

My grandma.

Unless your grandma's Beyoncé,

it's a bit of a letdown.

You haven't met our Maw-Maw,

she's awesome.

She has amazing stories

about all her adventures

and she hugs like nobody's business.

Yeah. Imagine Mom if she never made us

do chores and was really fun.

I'm fun. Wash your plate.

See? Maw-Maw wouldn't make me

wash my plate.

She'd just tell me

to lick it clean.

Easy for her. She can just

be-bop in here and spoil you.

Then leave me to deal

with the consequences.

I can't wait to meet her.

Get ready.

She should be here any minute.

Hi! Oh

Wow, tough crowd.

Sorry. We thought you were Maw-Maw.

Yeah, I get it.

She's awesome,

and she's right behind me.

How are my babies?

Give me some sugar.

Maw-Maw!

Nice to meet you,

Frankie's grandma. I'm Pretty.

You sure are, honey.

But this isn't a business meeting.

And this little angel must be Scary?

Hi, I don't do hugs.

That's because you haven't

had a Maw-Maw hug.

- Wanna try one?

- I guess.

Doesn't that feel nice?

Actually, yeah.

Okay, class. Settle dow

Settle down.

Now, as you know,

each of you are responsible

for bringing in a homemade dish

that reflects your background

to our upcoming Heritage Day.

Or, you know, as I like to think of it,

free lunches for a week.

Nyx, I just thought of a great idea.

I'm gonna make my family's

famous gumbo for Heritage Day.

The recipe has been passed down

for generations.

And it's perfect timing.

My Maw-Maw's in town.

The only thing passed down

in my family is sarcasm.

I wouldn't bother.

The only dish that'll be worth trying

is my family's shepherd's pie.

Hmm. I don't think so.

When people taste my dish,

they're gonna be like,

"That gumbo is yumbo."

I bet the class will like mine

more than yours.

Well, I bet you're wrong.

And I am here to remind you

that there's no betting allowed.

This is school, not Vegas.

Although, fun fact, this total snack

is headed there this summer

What do you say to a friendly wager?

Shepherd's pie versus your soup?

Uh, Frankie, your gumbo sounds

great-o, but not sure you realize

- Tyler's mom is a chef.

- Oh, I realize.

Hey, Tyler. I see your pie

and I'm gonna raise you a gumbo.

I'll do your dumb wager, okay?

What are you doing here?

Got some Birthday Fairy money

burning a hole in my pocket

and I thought I'd treat myself.

What should I get?

I don't know. Get the Gobblers.

They're my favorite, too.

What if we both reach for them

at the same time, and we'd locked eyes,

and we touched hands.

It would be our Schmeat-cute.

- Come again?

- You know, a meet-cute.

It's a first encounter

between two characters

that are destined to be together.

It's a staple of every rom-com.

I watch them all the time with my mom.

Yeah. I'm more

of a zombie apocalypse kinda girl.

Cool.

See ya.

Bye.

Mom, I just had my first meet-cute,

tell you all about it tonight.

Popcorn emoji, heart emoji,

wedding ring emoji.

And send.

Is that Hat Guy?

Why is Hat Guy going

into Principal Peppers' office?

Are they working together?

What a twist.

Once I leapt out of that plane,

I was never afraid of skydiving again.

Wow. You're like a superhero, Maw-Maw.

What's the point of getting old

if you can't have some fun?

Now, if you really want

something amazing,

try one these beignets

I whipped up, Sugar.

Wait, are you calling me Sugar?

Sugar, where I'm from,

everyone gets a nickname.

Like, "Doc" or "Bugs" or "Captain."

In fact, we used to call Wendi

"Scooter Tooter."

Ooh. I'm gonna call her that.

I wouldn't.

I want a cool nickname.

How about Steve?

You can't give yourself a nickname.

Leave that to me.

You're Pretty Pie.

And Scary, you're

Nope. Scary's right.

Yeah, it is.

Back when I was

on the roller derby team,

they called me the Cayenne Cutie.

- I was a jammer.

- What's a jammer?

Kinda like a human bowling ball,

but on roller skates.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Hey, we should go roller skating.

Great idea. Let's go now.

We're heading to the roller rink

to knock people down.

Wanna join us, Doodle?

I wish.

I've got a ton of homework to do.

Can I get a Maw-Maw hug

to tide me over though?

Always.

Why is my furniture all moved?

Oh, I did some yoga earlier.

When I went to move the furniture back,

I realized how much better

it looks this way.

More open and less constrained.

Mmm-hmm.

More like unorganized

and not put together.

Bye, Scooter Tooter.

What? He said it.

Mom, do you think Maw-Maw

would show me how to make

her famous gumbo

for a school assignment?

You don't need Maw-Maw for gumbo.

I've been making it

since I was your age.

Did I hear gumbo? Wait.

Is Maw-Maw

making her famous recipe?

No. I'm gonna show Frankie

how to make it.

My gumbo is just as good as Maw-Maw's.

Of course it is, honey.

We're supposed to make a dish

that speaks to our heritage.

Well, if you wanna take the easy route,

I can show you how to make my

Mom's famous hot dogs.

Thanks, Dad.

We'll put it down as a plan B.

Let's take a look at the gumbo recipe

and see what ingredients we need.

I'm loving the new living room layout,

so much more open

and less constrained.

- Maw-Maw did that.

- It's going right back to where it was.

Yep, the old way was better.

Are you totally sure it was the Hat Guy

from our surveillance footage?

I know what I saw.

And this isn't like the time

you swore you saw Ariana Grande

jump off the high dive

at your uncle's community pool?

It was her. She cannonballed.

Ariana Grande doesn't swim

at community pools.

Look, Hat Guy had

the same hat and package,

and put it in Principal Peppers' office.

Carson, tomorrow we're

getting into that office.

They look kinda good together.

Stop trying to meet-cute everyone.

Come on.

I've never seen

an old person skate that fast.

Especially backwards.

Respect, Maw-Maw.

Is it just me, or is that

the saddest sound in the whole world?

Go get yourself another boba,

Pretty Pie. You too, Scary. I'm buying.

Won't that ruin our appetites?

If you do it right.

The roux is the base to the whole gumbo.

The key is to push it

to the last second.

But don't burn it.

'Cause you'd have to start over.

It's turning a chocolate-cinnamon color.

Oh, that's good.

Remember, don't take

your eyes off the roux.

Imagine it's your phone,

and you just posted a pic.

I get it, Mom. Don't burn the roux.

What's going on here?

I know y'all aren't cooking gumbo

without me.

Frankie has an assignment for school,

so I'm teaching her the family recipe.

- First rule is make sure

- You don't burn the roux. We know.

I haven't made gumbo in a while,

but some things you never forget.

Like riding a mechanical bull

at a jazz festival.

Ooh-whee!

What's gumbo?

Gumbo is love, family, and tradition,

all mixed together into a perfect stew.

I'll stick with cereal.

- Can I help?

- You sure can.

Whack a clove of garlic with this.

Ooh, we don't give him sharp things.

Hmm, she ain't wrong.

Looks like you need

a little bit more oil, Doodle.

No she doesn't. The recipe calls for

exactly two thirds cup of oil.

Recipe, schmecipe. It's all up here.

I never wrote down a recipe.

No, I did, when you taught me.

Scooter Tooter,

you gotta make gumbo by feel.

I know. It's right here in the recipe.

So what am I doing?

Stir.

Are you using canola oil

instead of vegetable?

Is that wrong?

- Yes.

- No.

Mom, can she just do the recipe my way?

It was my way before it was your way.

Well, which way is it?

Not that way.

Great. I burned the roux.

Morning, Doodle.

Shh. I don't need that catching on.

So, how'd the gumbo turn out?

- Will you be ready for tomorrow?

- I don't know.

My mom and Maw-Maw

kept arguing about whether to add okra

and how to cut the veggies.

We ruined three batches.

And started a grease fire.

And then they argued

about how to put it out.

And this is why I order in.

I'm gonna have to gumbo solo tonight.

I can't take any more bickering.

Hope it works, 'cause word

about the bet is spreading like a rash.

Hey, Skunk Head.

You ready to throw in the ladle?

Not a chance.

My gumbo game's on point.

I made three delicious batches

last night.

And started a fire.

Nyx!

Let's make this bet

a little more interesting.

When you lose, you have to wear

a t-shirt that says "Tyler Is Awesome."

And when you lose,

you have to rock a big,

white skunk streak in your hair.

It's on! My shepherd's pie

is gonna make you cry.

I'm gonna gum-blow you away!

And I

Liked this better when we were sitting.

You know what this stakeout's missing?

Snacks!

Something about being on a stakeout

makes a man hungry

For justice!

Ooh, that's good.

I'mma write that down.

We got company. Act natural.

That's right. Enjoy the show.

I think we fooled them.

We need a plan to get to

Principal Peppers' office

so we can snoop around.

You know the rules. Get in trouble,

go straight to the principal's office.

Now sit in there and wait

until she comes back.

And put in a good word for me.

It's, uh,

teacher evaluation week.

Carson, you and I are gonna

find a way to get into a little trouble.

Dude, she's gone.

Stop flexing.

Look at what jerk Tyler

left in my locker.

Yeah.

Plate of sticky toffee pudding.

What a jerk!

But I better taste it,

just in case it's poison.

Nope, it's good.

So good.

Oh, come on.

It can't be that good.

Darn it!

This is the best thing I've ever tasted!

Well, wait until you see

tomorrow's main course.

You're going down, Freekin'!

I can still win this.

It just melts in your mouth.

Hey, Mrs. Ripp.

Check out how fast I am in my new kicks.

See? I'm so fast, I'm blurry.

He stared at those shoes so long,

of course I had to buy them.

And I couldn't buy shoes

for Pretty and not get Scary something.

Show her, Scary.

- Oh, new pants?

- New hoodie.

It looks just like the old one.

If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

I love a good hoodie.

I wear 'em when I go snowboarding.

- Your mother is a legend.

- Yes, I have lived.

I'm full of stories.

Do you have any stories

about getting in trouble?

- Oh, yeah!

- Oh, no! Don't answer that!

Aw, man!

Ew, that's not gonna melt

in anyone's mouth.

Ugh, what am I missing?

You forgot to add bay leaves.

You need anything else,

I'm just upstairs.

Mmm, smells good in here, Doodle.

Feels like I'm back on Bourbon Street.

Aw, thanks, Maw-Maw.

Mmm, but it needs a dash

of cayenne pepper.

Better.

If you need me, holler.

Honey, I don't mean to interfere,

but I should just have a taste,

one more time, just in case.

Mom, I got this.

Oh, no, sweetie,

you added too much cayenne.

You sure you followed the recipe?

Maw-Maw added a pinch more.

A pinch or a dash?

This is very important to me.

I don't know.

She just threw it in there.

Well, I'll just balance it out

with a teaspoon of vinegar.

Ah-ha! Caught ya!

Drop the vinegar

and back away from the gumbo.

You're the one throwing off the flavor,

adding new things every five seconds.

Oh, honey, you can't go through life

following a recipe.

You gotta go with the flow.

We talking about gumbo, or are you

telling me how to live my life?

Both. Maybe you should write that down.

You know how you always say

"Go by feel"?

Well, I feel like

I don't wanna listen to you.

Using my words against me.

That's dirty.

Did you just throw gumbo on me?

My hand slipped.

Just forget the gumbo.

I'll just wear Tyler's dumb shirt

and make Dad's hotdog recipe.

It's better than dealing with you two.

Wait, uh

Got a little broth on your face.

Too much cayenne.

Okay, remember the plan.

We'll knock over these trash cans

with this chair.

The goal is to get sent

to Principal Peppers' office.

So, cause as much chaos as you can.

Chaos is my middle name.

It's actually Jacob.

Okay.

One, two, three!

Look at me!

I'm being bad in school!

What in the world is going on out here?

Who's responsible for this?

- We did it.

- Guilty as charged!

Huh, that was easy.

Go wait in my office

while I get the janitor.

It worked!

Let's find the package from Hat Guy

before she gets back.

Or we could bowl again.

No, we'll do your thing.

Am I in the Twilight Zone

or are you two cooking together?

Doodle, your mom and I

are sorry for how we acted.

We talked it through, and we decided

to put aside our differences.

Scooter, did you set

the timer for the roux?

Nope. I decided to go by feel.

Mmm-hmm.

Honey, we may have our disagreements,

but the one thing

we can definitely agree on

is that hot dogs

will not be our heritage.

You haven't had 'em split in the middle

with mustard on the inside yet.

Trust me, we don't want to.

Hey, what do you say

we finish your gumbo?

I say yes, but on one condition.

I'm in charge of the stirring spoon.

- Ooh! Ooh!

- Yeah, that looks good. It smells good.

Frankie, can you add the bay leaves?

On it.

Our gumbo is not complete

without my secret ingredient,

Graisse de bacon.

Bacon grease.

Oh! That's what it was missing.

I should've known.

Everything's better with bacon grease.

Whoo-wee!

That gumbo's making my nose happy.

Can we take some for lunch?

No, sorry.

This is all for Frankie's class.

I stashed some away for ya.

What? I can spoil them, too.

Ooh! I can't believe it's finally

Heritage Day! I'm so hungry.

Hi, guys, coming through

with my gumbo!

Ah, it looks so good, Frankie.

For an amateur.

Frankie, why don't you set it down

next to Tyler's shepherd's pie?

We've got this, gumbo.

Hey, we still have

a few minutes until class,

but maybe

I'll start tasting.

I mean, a girl's gotta eat.

Want some gumbo?

Here, Ms. Hendricks.

Start with the best.

Freeze the rest.

Oh, uh, Tyler, would you like to, uh,

say anything about your shepherd's pie?

I'll let my food do the talking.

Oh cool, okay. Mmm-hmm.

Mmm, oh, young man,

you have outdone yourself!

It is delicious! Try it everyone.

Mmm, but But no seconds!

Th-That's my dinner tonight.

Mmm.

So, this is what power feels like.

You're suspended!

Carson, focus!

We need to find this package

before Principal Peppers gets back.

Found something!

A doughnut shaped mirror.

Why would a mirror have a hole in it?

Suspicious!

Carson, that's a CD.

Old people put music on it.

That's dumb.

Haven't they heard of the cloud?

Wait, is that Principal Peppers?

And was she cool?

Power and a guitar?

I wanna be a principal.

Carson, it's the mystery package.

This will finally unravel

the town's dirty secrets!

Watch the door.

Schmeat of the Month Club?

That's no mystery.

My mom got hers yesterday.

It was Schmeat and potato pie.

Put a little gravy on it,

dazzling!

The eagle is landing!

The eagle is landing!

Principal Peppers is coming!

Okay, boys, since you love messes,

you can walk around the entire school

and pick up every piece of trash.

Still wanna be a principal?

No way!

Frankie, would you like to

say anything about your dish?

Or, uh, dish about your dish?

Yes, I would.

I've learned a lot about my heritage

making this gumbo.

I come from a long line

of strong-willed women,

and I'm very proud to be one of them.

Aw! That is beautiful!

Now just dump it right

into my lunch bag, it's insulated.

This is incredible.

And I'm not just saying that

'cause you told me to.

Mmm, oh, Frankie, it is fantastic!

It's like a tornado of flavor.

Today's forecast, yum to the tum.

What are you looking at?

I'm trying to figure out which side

to paint your white streak on.

Maybe I'll put it right down

the middle like a skunk.

You haven't won yet.

Let's take a vote.

Oh, hi! You must be, uh,

looking for the teachers' lounge.

No, this is for us.

It's my dish.

My heritage is that

I come from a single-parent household

with a hardworking mom

with no time to cook.

Aw! Sing it, sister!

And remember, there are no winners

or losers. But, uh, Nyx wins!

Yes!

Um, sorry, got swept up in the moment.

Who wants pizza?

Looks like we both lost.

Wanna call it a draw?

No way!

I've already made your t-shirt!

Cool, 'cause I already

bought your hair dye.

Well, I guess it's time for me to go.

My driver's ready.

Stop calling me your driver.

Doodle, this is for you.

Your mom and I wrote down

the gumbo recipe.

This is great!

Every time I make it,

I'll think of both of you.

And don't forget

the most important ingredient.

- Bacon grease?

- No.

Love!

- We'll miss you, Maw-Maw.

- I'll miss you too, sugar babies.

You didn't pack Remy in one of these,

did you?

I'm right here!

Family hug?

Oh, yeah!

- Miss you.

- Gonna miss you so much!

Aw! Of all the adventures

I've been on, our family is my favorite.

Bye, Maw-Maw. We'll miss you.

Bye! Oh, yeah, miss you too!

See ya.

Why do I suddenly want to curl up

in a blanket

and hum sad Taylor Swift songs?

I know how you feel.

Which is alarming.

That's the Maw-Maw withdrawal.

You know what'll help with that?

A boiled hotdog

with mustard down the middle.

- Ew!

- Uh-uh!

Wow, tough crowd.