Welcome back to the Taskmaster Holiday Special.
Thank you so much.
What a great show you're all putting on.
It's extremely funny. Thank you so much.
I'm ready for another task.
In fact, I'm thirsting for another one.
Oh, I'm thirsty! - Champagne?
Not for you. - Oh, alright.
But here's a task that will take you through a range of emotions.
Ah! Ah!
Wait, do I have to drink this? I don't want to.
Okay.
"Perform this eggnog recipe..."
"Perform this eggnog recipe with emotion."
"Best performance wins."
"You have 20 minutes to prepare your performance."
"You emotion can be found at the bottom of the glass."
Thank you.
The recipe... - Okay.
Oh no. - Eggnog. With emotion.
"Your emotion can be found at the bottom of the glass."
"Your time starts now."
I'm allergic. - Well, let's risk it.
"Beat the egg whites with salt until stiff..."
Do you wanna drink it?
Me? - Yes.
Because my emotion is at the bottom.
And emotions are always at the bottom of things.
I'm definitely not drinking this. That's not happening.
I'm not drinking it. I can't.
I just read the ingredients and I feel sick.
Eggnog makes me sick. It's disgusting.
♪ My emotion is at the bottom ♪
It's disgusting!
Is that the emotion? - It's-- no!
It's 'euphoric'! - Oh!
Now that I know it's egg yolks,
and egg whites, and stiff peaks,
and cream, I feel sick.
'Angry'!
I can't chug it.
No, I can see that.
It says 'frightened'.
'Frightened' is your emotion? - Yeah.
♪ Sensuality ♪ [singing 'Sensualité' from Quebec singer Axelle Red]
'Sensual'!
♪ Ooh stop for a moment ♪
"Your emotion can be found..." 'Dramatic'!
So you want me to perform this while euphoric?
Yes, that's the idea.
"Refrigerate before serving"
"with freshly grated nutmeg."
What's 'nutmeg'?
Yes, exactly.
Is it like parmesan?
Yes, it's in the cheese family. - Yes.
No, I won't tell you now.
Phil, I wouldn't recommend making a grilled cheese sandwich with nutmeg.
You'll be disappointed.
I Googled it and learned what it was.
It's, like, the roof of a car.
Yes, that's correct.
Nutmeg.
You know what, Antoine?
I'd like to award a bonus point to everyone who drank theirs.
I like that.
So, Phil, Fabiola, and Stéphane.
Phil, Fabiola, Stéphane. Marie-Soleil...
Yeah but hang on. There wasn't a rule that said you had to drink it.
It just said your emotion could be found at the bottom of the glass.
Yes, but some people went above and beyond.
And therefore merit more points.
They had to recite the recipe with their given emotion.
Phil's was euphoria.
Marie-Soleil's was anger. Fabiola's was fright.
Geneviève's was drama. And Stéphane's was sensuality.
I'm sure we'll see some chest.
It's gonna get all 'Rico Suave' in here. [1990 song about a womanising man by Ecuadorian-American singer Gerardo]
We're going to leave Stéphane's until later.
Let's first have a look at the dramatic Geneviève.
"Beat the egg whites..."
"...with salt until stiff peaks form."
"We'll start gradually adding the sugar in..."
"...and continue, continue, continue to beat it..."
"...continue to beat it, continue to beat it..."
"...continue, until it thickens."
"Slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly incorporate the vanilla..."
"...with a little nutmeg..."
"...freshly grated."
That's it.
Are you alright?
I'm thirsty.
Bravo!
Little legs, big-time acting.
That was really good.
Let's see Fabiola and her frightening recipe.
"Beat the egg whites with salt until stiff... stiff peaks form."
"In a separate bowl, b...bea...beat the egg yolks until... until airy."
"Gradually add the sugar and continue to...to beat until..."
"...it thickens and is lemon-like in colour."
"Delicately add in the egg whites."
"Incorporate the cold milk."
Oh, you're here. Are you alright?
I... I, uh, received, like, a message.
It's him.
A message? - It's him.
Yeah, that's Louis.
He wanted to know how... so I told him.
Leave me be.
Bravo! - Bravo!
Who's going to be able to top that?
We have, here...
Oh, that's a shame...
We're going to see Phil's euphoric recipe.
"Beat the egg whites..."
"...with salt until stiff peaks form."
Peaks, peaks, peaks, peaks, peaks, peaks.
"In a separate bowl, beat the egg yolks..."
"...until airy."
Airy. Airy!
Gradually. Not all at once. Gradually, gradually gradually.
"Slowly incorporate the rum." Yum. Woohoo!
"Beat until a soft peak forms."
"A soft peak."
Stiff peak -- ouch! Soft peak. Oh, so soft.
"Incorporate the milk." The milk.
"Incorporate the milk."
"Before serving ice-cold, garnish with freshly-grated nutmeg."
Cheese?
Cheese.
"Nutmeg."
There you go!
Euphoric.
Is it just me who didn't notice any difference
between that and his usual personality?
He always looks like that.
Anyway. Okay, fine.
We've seen euphoric, frightened, and dramatic.
Let's now see anger and Marie-Soleil.
I can't wait.
Antoine!
What? - Sit down.
Oh, come on. - Sit down! - Okay, okay, okay.
What do you have to say? - I don't have anything to say.
What's wrong? - "What's wrong"?
Are you kidding me?
What did I do? - Are you kidding me?
"Beat the egg yolks until airy."
"Until airy."
Yeah? - "Do, like..."
Like... Well...
"Gradually add the sugar in."
"Continue to beat..."
Go on, add it in.
"...until it thickens."
Thick!
Do you know anything about being thick?
What's that? - Thick!
That's you!
"Gently incorporate the rum and the vanilla." Okay?
"Delicately add the egg whites in."
"Delicately incorporate the milk."
Yeah, there's milk in eggnog.
"Delicately add in the egg whites."
I don't think that's too hard to understand.
"Freshly grated nutmeg."
Okay.
"Freshly grated nutmeg." Are you kidding me?
"Freshly grated nutmeg."
Antoine didn't have it easy, there.
I'm sorry. - He didn't have it easy, Antoine.
People are mean to you, Antoine.
That's true. It's okay, it's okay. It's just like in my childhood.
Thank you. It was like...
It was like going back in time. - Marie-Soleil, bravo.
Isn't that abusive to Antoine, though? - Yeah, it wasn't nice.
Someone did abuse him, but I won't say who.
We were allowed to use Antoine?
Or to martyr him, too. - Oh.
Hey, I just wanna say... - Go on.
...well done Thank you.
That was good. No, it was really good.
Well played. - Very convincing.
There's just one attempt left.
and it's Stéphane's sensual one.
I'll repeat what Phil said.
There's gonna be some chest.
You're not worried about this airing in prime-time?
No, I think it'll be alright.
Okay. - Oh, I'm scared.
What's he talking about?
Today, ladies,
we're going to prepare the most sensual of recipes for you.
Just for you.
Firstly, we need a... little man to baste.
Hi there; that's you. - Oh yes. - Welcome.
Are you making soup? I'd like some soup.
No, and I'm not making an omelette.
"Crack some eggs."
Crack, crack, crack.
They don't wanna crack.
"Add a hint of vanilla."
That's good. That's dirty.
We take it all, and, of course,
we're going to baste in the direction of the hair, all the way down.
You can go down a little ways, but not too far.
"Beat the cream until it forms a peak."
The peak...
No peak so far.
Not to say that we haven't worked on it much, yet.
This is gonna be good.
You can't tell me this isn't sensual.
It's like a hairy mille-feuille. [French pastry]
It's looking very good.
Here's where the sensuality is going to come into play.
No, but we can't go too far, otherwise it'll become a...
I'll let you, dear spectators,
fantasise about what happens next.
Eh? We're thinking...
Are you ready?
We'll see you after the break.
Woo!
You can't say that wasn't sensual. - Um...
That was a buffet.
Antoine, here's your Christmas bonus.
Please.
English translation by: u/the-little-kicks
Proofreading and syncing by: u/taskmastermaster