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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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Tuesday, July 2nd, 2013
Our first dinner service without Kalyani is about to begin. Now that the teams are even, the possibility of being assigned to a solo station is much more likely. Gordon quickly goes over our assigned stations- Gina and Red on apps, Gail and Taylor on fish, Bella on garnish and myself flying solo on meats. I feel pride as Chef Ramsay assigns me to such an important station by myself. Hopefully, I'll live up to his expectations.
"The first ticket is coming in, guys!" Ramsay shouts from the pass.
"Three risotto, two Caesar salad one scallops!"
"Yes, Chef!" we respond loudly.
Gina and Red each take a risotto while Gail prepares the scallops.
I check my meats for the tenth time, making sure everything is in place.
Our first order of apps goes up to the pass, and Chef Ramsay sends the food out without a hitch.
Things are going well for our team even without Kalyani, at least so far. I wonder how the blue team is faring with their new member, but the meat station is tucked in the furthest corner of the kitchen so I can't really see anything.
The entrees for the first ticket are called, but there isn't any meat on it. Sighing, I look out over the rest of the kitchen and watch the rest of the chefs work.
"Three risotto two scallops, followed by two Wellington, two New York strip and one cod!"
"Yes, Chef!" I affirm, excited to finally get to be cooking something. I lightly score the wellingtons and brush them over with egg whites before popping them into the oven to cook.
One risotto made by Gina is rejected for not being creamy enough, but other than that the apps go through fairly quickly.
"How long my dear?" he questions me.
"Ten minutes Chef!" I exclaim.
"Wonderful. Everyone keep your times in sync!" He turns back to the pass to plate the blue team's entrees.
I take out my wellingtons and then turn the New York strips, rendering the fat on the sides just as Ramsay had taught me.
Right as the New York strips are finished, the Wellingtons have finished resting. Holding my breath, I cut one of the wellies open... and release my breath as I see that it's perfectly cooked. I am not going to be one of those chefs that brings up something raw just to be berated. Thank goodness my first meat station by myself is going well so far.
I bring up the wellies and the strips, placing them at the pass after letting Chef know I was behind him. He inspects the meat then quickly plates it and sends them out with the waiter. I bounce on my toes excitedly, silently celebrating.
A little while later, Chef Ramsay slams a plate down at the metal end table.
"Everyone, everyone come here!" He slams his hand on the table, "NOW!"
We rush over as fast as we can.
"Taste this risotto. Tell me what's wrong with it."
I grab a spoon and take a bite, immediately my nose crinkles and I feel a tickle at the back of my throat.
"Chef, it has too much pepper. Way too much," I say, stifling the urge to sneeze.
"Right you are. We're trying to give them a delicious dinner not give them an hour long sneezing fit. Gina, Mary, get it together!"
"Yes, Chef! Sorry, Chef!" Both of the ladies on apps bow their heads as they re-make one risotto.
Bella sneers at Red and Gina and looks like she wants to say something, but Gordon speaks up before she can give a snide remark.
"Taste your fucking food before you send it up. I'm going to have to drink a gallon of water before my taste buds go back to normal."
Ramsay then calls over a waiter who's delivering drinks and takes a glass of water from his tray for himself, downing it in a few seconds.
I notice Red and Gina bickering over who was the one to over-pepper the risotto, but neither one of them claims responsibility. Eventually, Red holds up her hand and nods her head towards Chef Ramsay, stopping Gina from continuing the conversation before they get too overheated. Red doesn't want to stir up any issues, and with good reason. No one wants to get pulled into the back room for a tongue lashing from Chef Ramsay.
Well, except maybe myself, but that'd be a different sort of tongue lashing... I duck my head, trying to scour my mind clean once again.
Finally, we reach the end of dinner service. From my back corner, I didn't get the chance to see how the blue kitchen had done, but none of them seem too upset when we line up at the end of the day.
Chef Ramsay looks to and from both teams before he claps his hands.
"Right, well. We finished the service, so that's something. Kalyani, did you settle in well?"
"Yes, Chef. We work well together," Kalyani responds, nodding.
"Excellent. I didn't notice any issues from you Kalyani, but I would like to request that Gina, Mary, Garrett, and Dave all start to actually taste the food you prepare before you bring it up. I shouldn't have to be explaining the basics to you at our sixth dinner service, yeah?"
"Sorry, Chef..." the people who'd been called out all respond.
"Today's winner of dinner service..." he pauses, "the blue team. Congratulations everyone, go on and get some food in your bellies and get some rest. As for the red team, please clean up the kitchens before you go back to the dorms. Tomorrow will be an elimination day, so be on your best behavior and learn from your mistakes today. Now piss off." He waves us off.
Cleaning the kitchen is second nature to me now, I barely even register what I'm doing until everyone starts to head back to the dorms.
After I prepare and eat a grilled cheese for dinner, I head to the dorms. Kalyani is already in bed when the rest of us join, waking up only momentarily to smile at us before she drifts back to sleep. I curl up in bed, wrapping the covers around myself, wondering what surprises tomorrow will hold.
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