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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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Friday, July 5th, 2013
Gordon stands in the middle of the dining room behind the judging table as we each line up next to our dishes.
"Now, the blue team has one extra dish that I will not be judging. Please decide among yourselves who's dish will be sitting out," Gordon requests.
The blue team group together to deliberate. It only takes about a minute before Kalyani speaks up.
"Chef, we're leaving out mine. I didn't get enough ingredients to make a truly great dish," she sighs.
Gordon nods.
"Well, now that that's decided, I'll let you all know that I am not going to be the only one judging your dishes. I've invited two prestigious chefs to assist me in judging. First, let's welcome a woman who has spent a lifetime committing herself to finding new and unique ways to pair food together, giving her a distinct advantage in judging this particular competition. She's also the owner of the Micheline starred restaurant, N-Naka here in Los Angeles. Please welcome Niki Nakayama!"
Gordon holds his arm out to the door as Chef Niki pushes it open and steps to the judging table, shaking Gordon's hand and receiving a greeting kiss on the cheek from him.
"Next up is someone I'm sure you will all recognize. My esteemed friend and owner of the world-renown restaurant, CUT. Please welcome Wolfgang Puck!"
Chef Ramsay starts clapping as the doors open. Chef Puck makes his way to the chef's table and shakes Gordon's hand enthusiastically.
"Great to be here my friend," Wolfgang gives Gordon a genuine smile, then moves his eyes to scan the lineup of competing chefs.
Finally, a Chef I actually know! Wolfgang Puck never quite got my attention in the way that Chef Ramsay had- even before I knew him as I do now- but I have always respected Chef Puck. I find myself smiling at him when he passes his eyes over me.
"Each of us will rate your dish from one to five stars. The team to gather the most stars wins the competition. Now, let's have our first two chefs come up. Mary and Garrett, please." Gordon curls his finger towards himself, beckoning them forward.
They each set their plates on the waist-height stands by the judging table. Red casts a glance back over her shoulder at us, and I give her a thumbs up. Surely Red can beat Garrett, he's not very good at finessing his dishes to look as appealing as I'm sure these Chefs expect.
"Let's have Garrett go first. What have you made for us?" Gordon tips his head.
Garrett clears his throat then sets his plate on the judges' table.
"I've prepared garlic rosemary lamb chops with fingerling potatoes and spinach."
Each of the chefs cuts off a bit of the lamb and takes a bite in turn.
"Wolfgang, what did you think of it?" Gordon inquires.
"Ehh, it was a little tough," Wolfgang says, picking at something between his teeth, "and a bit gamey."
Chef Niki nods. "Gamey and over-cooked. However, the seasoning was great. You could have benefited from five less minutes in the oven."
"What they said," Gordon gestures to the other two chefs, who laugh at his matter-of-fact tone.
"Are we ready with our ratings?" Ramsay inquires.
Each chef holds up a scorecard and turns it towards the camera. Garrett gets a three from Niki, a two from Wolfgang and a two from Gordon.
Garrett takes back his plate and shrugs.
"Alright, Mary, what have you made for us?" Gordon holds out his hand for her plate.
"Chefs, I've made crispy pork belly on top of fine couscous with freshly cracked peas."
Red slides the plate into Chef Ramsay's hand and each chef tries some.
"This pork belly is really, really good." Chef Niki says, her fork pointing towards the plate.
"And the presentation is lovely as well!" Chef Puck adds, smiling at her.
Red blushes and bows her head a bit, trying to hide her cheeks.
"Thanks, Chefs..." she says under her breath.
"Mary, they're right. Absolutely lovely. Let's see the scores." Gordon takes out his scorecard.
Each chef reveals their scores for Red- all three of them display black cards with four gold stars on them.
"Twelve stars, very nicely done Mary. Back in line, both of you." Gordon shoos them away and then calls out for the next two chefs to approach.
This time, Gina and Abel step forward.
"Abel, please describe your dish," Gordon requests.
"Absolutely Chef. I've made ginger-infused turkey meatballs with Chinese broccoli on a bed of hand made linguini pasta." Abel hands the dish forward then resumes his normal stance with his hands locked behind his back.
"Hand made?" Gordon raises an eyebrow.
"Yes, Chef. I had extra time and didn't want to waste it," Abel says simply.
Gordon nods, obviously impressed. Each of the chefs tries a bite.
"Magnificent. Where did you get this man? Fresh from the streets of Italy?" Wolfgang asks Chef Ramsay with a whimsical tone to his voice.
Ramsay chuckles, "The same place I got everyone else, my producers chose him. He's always quite impressed me. I'm thankful for having him here."
I can't see Abel's face, but I wonder if he's expressing any sort of emotion at receiving Ramsay's praise. He's always so proper, it's hard to get a read on him.
"I love it. Great work, chef Abel." Niki says when she finishes her bite.
"Let's see the scores," Gordon says as he pulls up his scorecard.
Each chef reveals their scores- Niki gives four stars, Wolfgang puts up five and Gordon also puts up a five.
"Excellent work, Abel, fourteen stars. Your score is definitely the score to beat. Come on now Gina, let's see what you've made." Gordon indicates for her to pass her dish over.
Gina hands over the dish then holds her hand out to shake each of the visiting Chef's hands.
"Great to meet you all. I've prepared a wonderful dish for you today, but I was left with only two ingredients so I had to stretch them."
Wolfgang gives Gina a skeptical look, then looks to her plate.
"What I have for you today is a crispy seared duck breast with balsamic sauce and a side of oven-roasted squash flowers," Gina continues, ignoring Chef Puck's look.
Each chef tries a bite then sits back.
"I thought the balsamic sauce was a bit overpowering. There was too much of it," Niki says.
"The squash flowers were too plain. I did enjoy the duck, though." Chef Puck says, scooting up in his chair.
"Indeed you had a bit too much sauce, Gina. But overall, not bad. Let's get your score." Gordon leans under the table to grab his scorecard.
Each Chef displays their card- a two from Niki, a two from Wolfgang and a three from Gordon.
Gina huffs and takes her plate back, trying to conceal a scowl when she turns back around to head back to the line.
"Come on, next two, hurry up!" Gordon shouts for us to approach.
It's my turn, and I feel intense trepidation as I get closer to the Chef's table, Pietro trailing behind me. Not only will Gordon be appraising my dish, his good friend Wolfgang will be too, and I do respect both of their opinions immensely. I don't yet know Niki, but she seems to have a great palate as well. Never in my life did I think I'd have three world-famous chefs eating my food. Hopefully, I won't disappoint them.
"Pietro first, please explain your dish to us," Gordon looks to his dish.
"Hey, Chefs," Pietro starts, "I've made pan-seared skin-on salmon on a bed of curried brown rice and asparagus."
He proudly passes over his plate.
After tasting, Gordon is the first to speak.
"Excellent, excellent work on the skin of the salmon and the salmon itself. I see you took what I taught you to heart. I love to see my teachings put to work." He grins at Pietro, who shuffles his feet bashfully.
"Aww, thanks Chef," he says, his grin clearly evident in his voice.
"Chef Ramsay is right, you did perfectly well on the skin. Unfortunately, the rice is a bit grainy. I know it can be hard to cook brown rice, but you have to be diligent and find that perfect sweet spot," Niki explains.
"The asparagus is delicious, I love the flavor of asparagus with curried brown rice. I'll have to make this myself!"Chef Puck puffs up in his seat with a big smile.
"Let's get our stars tallied, shall we?" Gordon requests before reaching for his scorecard.
Pietro gets a three from Niki, a four from Wolfgang and a four from Ramsay. Pietro seems incredibly pleased from his spot next to me, his face beaming with happiness.
"Alright, (Y/N), please explain your dish to us," Gordon locks eyes with me, a barely visible grin playing across his lips. I don't know if it's the anticipation of being judged by such prestigious chefs or being so close to the man who I'm in a tantalizing secret relationship with, but I have to consciously force myself to keep my hands from shaking as I hand the dish over.
"G- Chefs, I've made riced cauliflower under a basil-crusted pan-seared rack of lamb with a side of green bean goat cheese gratin. Please enjoy." I stiffly put my hands at my sides as the chefs each try some of my dish. I'd very nearly started off my sentence with 'Gordon'. The way he looks at me makes me feel like we're alone in the room together, and it almost slipped out. I'd probably be able to play it off, but still, everything is being recorded and I have to stop letting my emotions cloud my thoughts.
Chef Puck dabs a napkin at his lips. "Perfectly cooked. I don't generally like goat cheese but the way it's mixed in with these green beans makes it almost melt in my mouth. Smart idea, (Y/N)." Wolfgang gives me a grin.
"The basil crust is lovely on this lamb and I love the idea of ricing the cauliflower. Did you not get a carb?" Niki inquires.
"No, but I made do with my two vegetables," I respond.
"That you did," she agrees while nodding to herself.
"A very unique dish, (Y/N). I love the lamb, it's an amazing temperature. The riced cauliflower was a clever touch and your green beans are cooked perfectly. Let's see everyone's scores." Gordon reaches under the table yet again for his scorecards.
I feel myself begin to smile as the scores are revealed. A four from Niki, a four from Wolfgang and a five from Ramsay.
Falling just one star short from the highest-rated dish is pretty amazing, I feel bubbly as I take my dish back from Gordon's hand.
"Excellent work, (Y/N) and Pietro. Back in line now, yeah?" Gordon sends us back to the chef's lineup.
"Both teams are tied currently. Let's have our next two chefs come up, please."
Bella and Shaun step out of line, carrying their plates with them.
"Shaun, would you please describe your dish," Gordon asks as he opens his palm towards the plate.
Shaun hands the dish over while explaining it. "I've made bacon-wrapped swordfish on top of mixed long grain rice and lentils."
"Bacon? On a swordfish?" Niki looks incredulous.
"Yes, ma'am." Shaun nods, completely at ease.
Niki shrugs and tries a bite along with the other chefs.
She leans back and puts her fork down.
"Well, I didn't expect it, but it's delicious. The protein is, at least. The rice was a bit flavorless but I never would have guessed that I love swordfish wrapped in bacon!" Niki claps her hands in delight.
Wolfgang holds up his fork in the air, "It's great, Shaun. But you spent a little too much love on the fish and not so much love on the rice."
"The rice is plain indeed, but the fish is excellent and highly creative. Shall we vote?" Gordon asks the other chefs, who nod.
Niki holds up three stars, Wolfgang holds up three and Gordon holds up three. Shaun takes his plate back and looks to Bella, waiting for her turn.
Bella lays her plate down on the table with an exaggerated curtsy, lowering her head down to where she's nearly looking at the tablecloth.
While she's not looking, Gordon flicks his eyes to me and rolls them exasperatedly. I quickly cover my mouth to keep myself from giggling.
"Today I have a delicious treat for you all, I've made Mediterranean shrimp kabobs with fresh sliced mushrooms over a bed of quinoa!" She finishes describing her dish and puts her hands together at her stomach, jutting her breasts forward. Thankfully the jacket doesn't show much, but she still puts forth the effort.
Each judge tries a bite, ending with Ramsay.
"I love kebabs," Niki starts, "but they don't go very well with quinoa, I'm not exactly sure how I'm supposed to get a bite of kebab and quinoa while the shrimp is on a stick."
Wolfgang tuts, "So what, it's a bit hard to eat, it's delicious!"
Gordon shrugs. "It was actually very well cooked, I just wish it made a bit more sense. You might have benefited by simply mixing the ingredients all together instead of going with the kebab approach."
Bella groans. "I knew it! I'm sorry!"
Wolfgang consoles her, "Don't be sorry my dear, it's still very good!" He reaches out and puts a hand on her shoulder over the judges' table. She looks up at him and gives a huge, beaming smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Puck," she says, letting a sultry tone slide into her voice.
"Everyone ready to vote?" Ramsay snaps Bella back from her flirting.
Niki holds up three stars, Wolfgang holds up four and Ramsay holds up three. When Bella walks back into line she swings her hips, most likely trying to entice Wolfgang and Ramsay both. I wonder how Dave puts up with her constantly throwing herself at other men.
Last up are Dave and Taylor, who both step up when Ramsay beckons them.
"Red team is currently leading by just one point. Dave, please explain your dish to the judges," Gordon asks.
Dave adjusts his collar. "Ahem, well, I've made cheddar baked chicken with beetroot sauce over the top and kidney beans underneath."
The chefs all try a bite of his dish. I can't help but notice Chef Puck twinge.
"I think the earthy taste of the beet sauce is completely at disharmony with the cheddar tang. It's just too different." Chef Puck says before taking a big drink of his water.
"The flavors definitely clash together," Chef Niki agrees.
"I can barely get the flavor out of my mouth. Hopefully, the next dish isn't affected by yours still lingering on my taste buds. Can we all vote now?" Ramsay asks.
Dave gets a measly two stars from Chef Niki and Chef Puck, and Ramsay puts salt into the wound with only one star.
When Taylor hands over her dish, Ramsay quips, "You won't really have to do too very well my darling, Dave set the bar quite low. Go on and describe your dish, then."
Dave stares at his feet. I can see the back of his neck reddening even from where I'm standing.
Taylor hands her plate over to the judges and describes what she's made.
"I've seared some Chilean sea bass with a bed of yams and chickpeas," she states calmly, but that calmness is wiped away when Chef Ramsay lets out a big sigh.
"It's raw, Taylor. Look. Look," he holds the fish open to her. She leans in and grimaces.
"Come on, it's so simple!" He groans, "How could you do this to your team when you had ample time to cook it?"
"Chef I- I just didn't want it to be overcooked is all. I swear!" Taylor nervously draws back from the table, twiddling her fingers together in front of her.
"Don't eat it, everyone. This one is defaulting to a one. Which, surprisingly, makes the blue team the winners. Sorry to disappoint you today, Chefs." Gordon lifts his shoulders and drops them when he faces the other two Chefs.
"It's no problem Gordon, thank you for inviting us!" Chef Puck grasps his hand and shakes it firmly before turning to leave. Chef Niki kisses Gordon's cheeks and waves to us before joining Wolfgang in his exit.
"Blue team, are you in for a t-r-e-a-t!" Gordon enunciates each letter as he spells out the word.
"I'm sending you all to Bel-Air to learn candy making under a true master of their craft, Chef Lyanne Kermsoff! Anything you make you get to keep, and not only that, but you also have a present waiting for you upstairs, go on and get it!" Gordon dismisses the blue team, who happily jump and skip their way up the stairs to the dorms. Gordon then looks back to us, his brow furrowing.
"Right- red team. Today is delivery day, and it's going to be truly backbreaking work, let me tell you. We have a sixty-seven-pound tuna coming in along with the near-endless flow of food for restocking our kitchens. Please bring everything in when you hear the delivery truck horn. The horns will be sounding throughout the day. You'll also need to chop up the tuna into fillets and prep both kitchens for service tonight, right? So get on it, the first delivery truck should be arriving..." Chef Ramsay looks at his watch, and within just a few seconds, a horn sounds outside, "Now! Don't keep them waiting!"
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