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Hell's Smitten	By : WhatItShouldveBeen Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 3173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is fiction, I do not know Gordon Ramsay and I make no money off this story!

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Saturday, June 29th, 2013
Tensions are high in the red kitchen as we wait anxiously for our first ticket. Today I am on the fish station with Taylor, Kalyani and Red are on appetizers, Gail and Gina are on meats and Cindy and Bella are on garnishes.
Our first ticket arrives, and Chef Ramsay shouts it out for us, "two risotto, two scallops, and one Caesar salad!"
"Yes, Chef!" we shout back, then each station begins working.
It is nice working with Taylor, she and I really mesh well together. Each of us keep up with the other's times and we communicate frequently on where we are in the process of cooking. It is definitely the best partner situation I'd had on a station thus far.
Both Taylor and I each finish our scallops at the same time, Taylor brings them up and we are happy to see both are acceptable to Ramsay, who hands them to the waiter.
Our next ticket is called out- one capellini, two Caesar salad, one risotto.
Unfortunately, the pairing of Bella and Cindy on garnishes is like pairing oil and water. The two can not get along for a second!
Anything Cindy says, Bella ignores. She even goes so far as to take pans that Cindy is working on and finishes them up herself. Cindy keeps trying to squeeze herself back onto the station, only just managing to work on a singular pan of sauce.
When Bella finishes the next ticket's garnishes, she grabs a pan of spinach and roughly turns, catching the handle of the pan of sauce Cindy is working on and knocking it off the stove, dumping it on Cindy's apron.
Cindy curses and quickly takes off her apron as the pan clatters to the floor. Chef Ramsay turns around from the pass.
"What the hell was that?" He walks over to the garnish station, passing by Bella who brings her spinach up.
"Oh come on Cindy, we can't send you to the customer disguised as their capellini!" He sighs, bending down to pick up the pan from the ground.
Cindy opens her mouth to retort, but Ramsay shuts her down.
"Well? Come on, clean it up then! The mop is in the back!" He waves her off while he cleans the stove with a few swipes of his towel. After a short while, Cindy returns and mops up the spilled sauce. Bella stands just behind her with her arms crossed, sneering hatefully at the back of Cindy's head while she waits for the station to be clean again.
Finally, we make it to entrees. The blue team has already sent up a few entrees, so the whole sauce fiasco really put us behind yet again.
Taylor and I are the dream team on fish, Taylor even does me the great favor of stopping a fish I hadn't noticed was raw from going up to the pass. Nothing we make is sent back, and Ramsay even once compliments the sear on my salmon, calling it "absolutely perfect."
Now on the last ticket, Ramsay is checking the meat station's filet. He groans as he picks up the pan and turns to us,
"Over-fucking-cooked, of course! Oh look, red team, the blue team has finished once again while you struggle to put up a piece of filet that isn't dry and hard. The filet is one of the softest parts of a cow and you managed to make it more resemble a kidney stone than a mouthwatering piece of meat. Fuck off, I'll cook it myself, everyone else re-fire the last ticket!"
Chef Ramsay kicks both Gail and Gina off the meat station and expertly cooks the filet to perfection. Taylor and I re-fire our salmon, and Cindy even manages to fire spinach without Bella's interference. We complete the last ticket and bring it up, straggling our way to finishing dinner service.
"Shut it down and line up, all of you," an exasperated Ramsay says from the head of the kitchen.
After a few minutes, we are all lined up, awaiting what he has to say.
"Ladies, you had such a strong start and now you're crumbling. Absolutely crumbling. You are the losers of tonight's service. Go upstairs and think of two people that are causing disaster after disaster on your team so that hopefully you can pull yourselves back to winning once more. Blue team, well done. Now everyone, fuck off," he dismisses us all.
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