Some stories are best told around a table. Others deserve a screen.

John: “Grandad always used Guinness instead of red wine.” Rubble: “So that was his secret?” John: “Partly. He always finished the rest of the can.” Rubble: “Clever man.”

Robin: “This was my mum’s gingerbread. We don’t have any old photographs of it.” Rubble: “Why not?” Robin: “We ate it too quickly.”

Amy: “My mum Pat actually hated cooking.” Rubble: “And this is her recipe?” Amy: “Everything she made was delicious and always made with love.” Rubble: “That counts.”

That is genuinely restaurant quality. Then why are we eating in the kitchen?

It's about quality, not quantity. That's good, because there isn't any quantity.

That's what makes it look finished. I thought cooking it made it finished.

Right washing up. You missed the bit where I licked the plate. You always say that.

Just a modest little helping. Modest compared to what, a wheelbarrow? I have had a long day.

Ada: “Ada’s party Jollof. The smoky bit is the secret. Not for you, Rubble. Too much Scotch bonnet.”

That is genuinely very good. That is genuinely very good. Exactly.

A squeeze of lemon wakes everything up. Even you. I'm already awake.

Now a little garnish. Is that the bit we pretend tastes nice? It makes it look finished.

Dave: “Twenty minutes. Then dinner.” Rubble: “I’ve been ready since breakfast.” Dave: “That was eight hours ago.”

Dave: “This has been in the family for years.” Rubble: “Does it mention me?” Dave: “It’s from 1984.”

Dave: “Needs a second opinion.” Rubble: “Finally.” Dave: “Mine.”

Dave: “Who should we invite Sunday?” Rubble: “Whoever brings chicken.” Dave: “That’s not really a guest list.” Rubble: “It’s a filtering system.”

Dave: “The notes say it needs more salt.” Rubble: “The notes are wrong. It needs more chicken.” Dave: “Every recipe doesn’t need more chicken.” Rubble: “Every recipe needs more chicken.”

Dave: “This book gets passed down one day.” Rubble: “Can dogs inherit books?” Dave: “Not legally.” Rubble: “We’ll revisit that.”

Dave: “There’s always a seat for another story.” Rubble: “Does the seat come with dinner?” Dave: “It comes with listening.” Rubble: “I’ll wait.”

Dave: “Rate this recipe out of ten.” Rubble: “Does it contain chicken?” Dave: “No.” Rubble: “One.”

Dave: “This recipe calls for butter.” Rubble: “Might I suggest chicken instead.” Dave: “It’s a dessert, Rubble.”

Dave: “Recipe says one level teaspoon.” Rubble: “My professional measurement is one heaped spoon of chicken.” Dave: “That’s not a measurement, that’s a preference.”

Dave: “Which one should we cook tonight?” Rubble: “Whichever one smells more like chicken.” Dave: “You haven’t smelled either of them.”

Dave: “That’s the whole family at Sunday lunch.” Rubble: “I don’t see myself.” Dave: “This was taken before you were born.”

Dave: “This recipe goes back five generations.” Rubble: “Which generation invented gravy?” Dave: “That’s not how family trees work.”

Dave: “Some recipes are too important to lose.” Rubble: “Does it mention chicken?” Dave: “It’s your first question every time.” Rubble: “It’s an important question.”

Dave: “The recipe tells you what to cook.” Rubble: “What tells you why?” Dave: “The story behind it.” Rubble: “And whether there’s chicken.”

Dave: “That’s ready for the table.” Rubble: “I should test it first.” Dave: “That isn’t your job.” Rubble: “It could be.”

Dave: “Every recipe has a secret ingredient.” Rubble: “Is it chicken?” Dave: “It’s patience.” Rubble: “I prefer chicken.”

Dave: “Which dish should we cook next?” Rubble: “The one with chicken.” Dave: “That isn’t a nomination.” Rubble: “It is now.”

Dave: “Want to cook like a master chef? Just use Other People’s Recipes.”

Dave: “Nominate the family dish everyone should taste.” Rubble: “Can I nominate Butter Chicken?” Dave: “You do. Every week.”

Dave: “This week’s dish comes from Gautam and his mum, Shobha.” Rubble: “Did they make one for me?” Dave: “You can have the story.”

Dave: “Ten minutes.” Rubble: “I can wait.” Rubble: “Is it ready?” Dave: “It’s been two seconds.” Rubble: “Long two seconds.”

Dave: “Changed my mother-in-law’s recipe.” Rubble: “Does she know?” Dave: “No.”

Dave: “Family recipe. Four generations. Really?” Rubble: “Quality control.”

Dave: “It just needs one secret ingredient.” Rubble: “Chicken?” Dave: “Apparently.”

Dave: “Sam says we mustn’t let it fall.” Rubble: “Then stop talking to it.” Dave: “Sam doesn’t need to know.”

Dave: “You’ve been watching this pan for ages.” Rubble: “I’m supervising the Butter Chicken.” Dave: “Family recipe. No shortcuts.”

Dave: “You remember this one, Rubble?” Rubble: “Of course. Your mum’s beef casserole.” Dave: “Some recipes never leave you.”

Mummy Morris: “This is my generation’s special beef casserole.” Rubble: “Can I have some?” Mummy Morris: “No, but I will make you some dental sticks that I found on Other People’s Recipes.”

Dave: “This one has been in the family for years. The best recipes are not just made; they are passed on.”

Dave: “Every family has one recipe worth passing on.”

Dave: “Which one gets your vote?”

Rubble: “All right, Dave, pay attention. We are making dental sticks.” Dave: “Okay, I am listening.” Rubble: “Go to OPR if you want to make it.”

Visual description: No dialogue. Three finished family dishes are shown in turn, each presented at the table.

Ada: “I’m recording this to upload onto OPR, so the dish becomes a part of everyone’s family.”

Sam: “Now, Nadine, here is the secret. Aunty Sharon used Marmite and anchovies to enhance the lamb.” Nadine: “Wow.” Sam: “I’m uploading this video to OPR. So when you want to make it, just go there.”

Grandma Krishna: “Chaten, it’s completely charred.” Chaten: “Like this, Grandma Krishna?” Grandma Krishna: “Perfect. The onion’s soft and pink. This degi mirch gives that beautiful colour.” Chaten: “Wow!” Grandma Krishna: “Taste your favourite baingan ka bharta.”

Chaten: “This is my Nani’s famous baingan recipe. I am recording it so it never dies. It is going straight onto OPR, so everyone can enjoy her cooking.”

Narrator: “At OPR, Other People’s Recipes, the public writes the menu. And when two people think their family makes it better, the town picks sides.”

Diner: “I learnt this recipe from my mother-in-law.”

Diner: “This recipe has been in my family for generations.”

Narrator: “What if the best recipes in Britain weren’t written by chefs? At OPR, Other People’s Recipes, the public writes the menu. Real restaurant that never stops changing.”