This clip is from a TV play about two daughters and the problems they have with their mother trying to control their choice of boyfriends / husbands. One of the girls decides to work on being a perfect wife and goes to a class to learn to bake cakes. I am the "Pastry cook from hell" and I taste her cake and detect that it is a fake (i.e. she didn't make it, she bought it from a shop), then I storm out of the class. Should have been a bit more stormy really.