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Hell's Smitten	By : WhatItShouldveBeen Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 3173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wednesday, July 3rd, 2013
The next morning at around 6 am, Sous Chefs Christina and Scott's voices both echo loudly through the dorms.
"Wakey wakey!" shouts Christina.
"Up and at'em!" Scott yells.
I rub my eyes and sit up in bed, kicking my covers off.
Today is yet another elimination day, and more than likely the challenge difficulty is only going to increase. I brush my hair and change quickly into my chef's jacket.
In the common area, Taylor motions for me to join her at the bar table. I scoot out a bar stool and sit next to her. She slides me a plate of toast with scrambled eggs and smiles.
"I thought you could use some food before we go downstairs. Chef Scott said we have ten minutes before he and Christina went back to the kitchens." She then digs into her own plate voraciously.
"Thank you, Taylor!" I grin at her and she nods, her eyes still locked onto the food in front of her. I have to admit, whenever Taylor gets focused she really goes all out, even when it comes to eating.
After a short while, both of us finish our food and fly down the stairs. Eventually, all of us are lined up in the usual fashion.
Chef Ramsay emerges from his office and flits down the stairs gracefully. He stops in front of us with a wide smile on his face. I always love seeing him like this, he's so effervescent when he's happy, the joy travels straight into his eyes and leaves a twinkle there.
"Good morning everyone!"
"Good morning, Chef!" we respond.
"We're going to be having one of my favorite challenges today, but this time it's going to have a twist..." He opens his arms.
From both sides of the kitchen, men and women dressed in waiter outfits push out trolleys with silver domed platters on them. In total there are twelve different domes on four trolleys.
"Today's challenge is going to be a foreign cuisine challenge. But not only that, it will be a versus challenge as well! Now, I'll need you all to select your competition from the opposite team." He goes silent as he waits for us to pair up.
I examine the blue team carefully. I don't know much about how good each chef is aside from the challenges we've participated in together since I haven't spent time one-on-one with any of them.
Dave and Bella have both already paired up, smiling at each other as they bump shoulders. I wonder if they've... 'paired up' in other ways too. I wouldn't put it past Bella, but she'd have to be really brave to do anything while there's a camera in every corner.
Kalyani and Gail are the second already-determined pairing. They both had a bit of a friendly rivalry going on during Kalyani's time in the red kitchen and it seems they are eager to have a chance for Chef Ramsay to tell them who is truly the best out of the both of them.
That leaves Pietro, Shaun, Abel and Garrett open for pairs.
Pietro would definitely be a challenge if he draws any country that utilizes pasta. I knew for sure that he'd have a good chance of winning if he happens to get Italy, considering that I've heard him bragging about how he hasn't used pre-packaged noodles since he was in college.
Shaun is always quiet. I rarely hear anything from Ramsay about him at the pass, good or bad. He's a mystery to me. Picking him to go against would be like drawing a wild card.
Abel, on the other hand, has only received praise from Ramsay. In fact, his signature dish was definitely one of Chef Ramsay's favorites. Plus, he'd already beaten me before in the fish filet challenge by one measly point. If I pick him I'd be giving myself the biggest challenge, and a chance at redemption.
Lastly, Garrett. I'd feel terrible if Red were left to pick him just because she isn't assertive enough to pair up with anyone. Garrett does seem to be a weak competitor though and I don't want to give myself an easy out.
As I am pondering, Pietro and Gina pair up, leaving only Shaun, Abel and Garrett.
Unfolding my arms that had been tightly crossed against my chest as I considered my options, I approach Abel.
"Abel, would you like to go head-to-head versus me?" I ask.
He swiftly looks down at me, a thin smile appearing on his lips.
"I was hoping you'd ask. You're strong, and I'd like the chance to beat you." He shifts his shoulders back and steps gracefully next to me, moving with the body control of a dancer.
Much to my surprise, I see Red approach Garrett on her own accord.
"Garrett, let's go against each other," she says simply.
"Sure thing, Red. I'm excited to see what you can do." He towers over her as he responds, obviously insinuating something else with his words.
She surprises me even further by not bothering to respond. Instead, she places her hands together behind her back and stands about a foot away from Garrett, whose eyes are still roving over her small frame.
That leaves Shaun and Taylor to pair last. Taylor shrugs as she wordlessly approaches Shaun and stands beside him. He nods to her in greeting but otherwise says nothing.
"Pairs all figured out?" Ramsay asks.
"Yes, Chef," we reply.
"Excellent. Could the first pair, please approach the front."
Bella and Dave both approach Chef Ramsay.
"You both will decide on one platter lid to lift. Go on now and stand by the one you want, but wait for my cue to lift it," Chef Ramsay directs them.
The two chefs move directly for the furthest platter to the left. Bella rests her hand on the dome of the platter.
Ramsay moves two fingers up through the air, signaling them to lift the lid.
Inside there are two flags. Bella and Dave each take a flag and wave them. I don't recognize the country.
"Indonesia! Excellent, a fantastic country with delicious food. Next two chefs, please."
Kalyani and Gail both step up to the center platter in the far row.
Gordon signals for them to lift the lid and both chefs hold up flags and wave them, smiling.
Italy, I definitely know this flag!
"Ohh, lovely, Italy! I bet Pietro's a bit jealous, eh?" Ramsay looks over to Pietro, who dejectedly snaps his fingers.
"Next two, please."
Pietro and Gina ponder a few different domes before deciding on one in the front middle.
Ramsay signals for the lid to be lifted and both Chefs wave their flags.
China!
"Oh boy, China, what a wide variety of delicious food you'll have to work with." Gordon smiles at the two who head back to the line, still holding their flags.
"Next two!" He claps.
Abel and I go together towards the back row. We struggle to decide between two, but finally pick the one next to the platter that had held Indonesia's flag.
Gordon signals for us to lift the lid.
Inside are two flags, the flag for Germany.
We lift our flags and wave them, Gordon nods to us.
"Nicely done, Germany. A hearty people with even heartier food."
We step back in line and I hold my flag to my chest.
I'd studied all types of cuisine before I came here just to be ready for this part, so I do have some knowledge of German cuisine. Hopefully, it'll be enough to beat Abel. He looks much too serene right now. He turns to lock eyes with me and waves his flag a little. I wave mine back, unable to stop myself from smiling a bit. At least if he is better than I am he likely won't try to rub it in my face like I know some other contestants would love to do.
"Next two, chop chop!"
Red and Garrett both approach the domes. Garrett seems determined to select a dome from the far right center row. Red seems to have wanted to go for a platter on the left, but shrugs as she goes towards the platter Garrett gravitated towards.
They lift the dome at the same time Gordon signals for them to.
Red raises her flag over her head and waves it, a huge smile on her face. Garrett looks perturbed as he waves his flag with much less vigor.
"Ireland! You're from Ireland, aren't you Mary?" Gordon inquires.
"Yes sir I am, my family is at least. But I grew up on mam's cooking." She skips back into line happily.
Hopefully, her clear enthusiasm means we've got at least one point in the bag!
Final two Chefs, lets hurry shall we!" Ramsay moves his hand towards himself in a 'come on' motion.
Taylor and Shaun quickly head towards a dome directly one from the left in the middle row.
When Gordon signals, they lift the dome and raise their flags.
"India! We have an excellent array of flavors to try. Go on and gather your ingredients, everyone. You will have forty-five minutes to make up one stunning dish that embodies the country you're holding the flag of. Good luck!"
With that, he waves us off. All of us rush into the kitchen's pass, looking for our countries food. I head straight towards Germany.
From what I'd studied, Germans are a lot like the rest of us in our love of potatoes. I know I have to make a potato side to go with whatever I choose as my main dish. Abel seems to know exactly what he wants, taking pork and mushrooms into the blue kitchen. I grab a half pound of pork and a half pound of beef, an idea forming in my mind. It'll be a dangerous one to start considering the cooking time is exactly as long as we have to complete our dishes. I'll just have to hope it works. I take the rest of the ingredients and rush towards my station.
I've decided to make potato pancakes as my side dish, with my main dish being German meatballs in white sauce.
I chop enough onions for both dishes, then set half of the onions in a pan to cook with a tablespoon of butter. While the onions cook, I skin potatoes for the pancakes then grate them into a cheesecloth, straining the water off them then mixing the grated potatoes with the uncooked onions, pepper, salt, and two eggs.
After my onions are golden, I take them off the burner and set them in a separate bowl from the grated potatoes. I add the meats to the bowl along with two slices of wet bread to bind the meatballs. Finally, I add one egg yolk, salt and pepper then mix it together carefully before rolling out twelve meatballs.
I pull out three pans. One for my meatballs, one for the sauce and one for my potato pancakes.
I place the meatballs into one pan along with beef broth, cracked peppercorns, and a bay leaf and leave it to cook.
"Twenty-five minutes remaining!" Gordon's voice comes in loudly over the sound of searing meat and boiling water.
There should be juuust enough time...
After ten minutes of cooking the meatballs, I take them out of the pan and strain the broth they were cooked in.
Now I start on the sauce for them to finish in.
Two tablespoons of butter and some flour make a fine roux. I slowly whisk one and a half cups worth of broth from the meatballs into the roux. Finally, I add capers, white wine, lemon juice and sour cream to the sauce then drop the meatballs in to complete cooking and absorb the delicious smelling sauce.
I'd been keeping the oil for the potato pancakes on medium for a while and only just turned it up to high a few minutes ago so the oil is very hot. I drop the potato pancake mixture into the hot oil and watch it carefully before flipping it once it hits that perfect golden brown.
"Two minutes left, get plating everyone!" Ramsay reminds us.
Finally, my potato pancakes are done, I plate my meatballs and sauce then fan three potato pancakes outside the meatballs. Finally, I sprinkle some chives on top and set my plate at the pass.
Chef Ramsay looks giddy as he finishes counting our time.
"Three... two... one! Stop!" He looks around at us all. I've done all I could do, now all I can do is wait to be judged. I swallow nervously.
I really, really hope the red team can pull a win out of this.
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