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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, July 6th, 2013
The next batch of students begins to fill into the room. It's now our turn to teach the students. In preparation for our recipe, I have already got the ovens of each station preheated to 375 degrees.
"Welcome, everyone! I hope you all are ready to learn how to make some delicious spaghetti today," Shaun says to the classroom.
The students look to the front of the room, awaiting instruction.
"Right, so the first thing we need to do is get our pasta noodles started," Shaun starts.
Some of the students begin reaching for their pre-packaged noodles in the cabinets above them.
"No no no no, we'll be making our pasta by hand today. Knowing how to make pasta by hand is a very useful skill and really helps to make any pasta dish just absolutely delicious," he continues.
One of the girls in the far back of the room groans.
"Hey, it's gonna be fun alright?" I shout back to her. She glares at me.
"I hate tedious extra work for no reason," she complains.
"It's not for no reason. You'll see once we finish just how good it is," I explain.
"We'll be using a recipe for four servings of pasta and four servings of sauce, so each station should pair up with the station beside them. Four hands working on a meal makes it go much faster than just two!" I instruct them.
Shaun picks up from where I left off, "Now, let's get a big bowl and whisk together two cups of flour, one-half teaspoon of salt. Once that is done, let's create a deep well in the center of the flour and crack three eggs into it. Whisk those eggs into the flour and while you're doing that, (Y/N) will explain how to start on the handmade sauce."
"Right, let's get started on our sauce! First, let's chop one medium onion and season one pound of ground beef with some salt and pepper. Once that is done, put the ground beef along with your onion into a large skillet."
I keep up my instructions, "While those students are getting the beef ready, let's begin kneading our dough. You'll want to knead it until it starts to feel a bit firm. You can check if it's ready by slicing into the dough. If you see a lot of air bubbles, you've still got a way to go. Once you've finished with the dough, roll it into a ball and put it inside your mixing bowl. Cover the bowl with plastic wrap and we'll let it sit for thirty minutes."
Shaun takes the lead, "Now that your meat is browned, let's drain that excess grease."
He waits patiently for the students to drain their skillets before continuing, "Great, now let's add in fifteen ounces of tomato sauce and six ounces of tomato paste."
Once they've done so, Shaun lists the further ingredients that will be needed to add to the skillet. "Excellent. Now we have to put in one-half teaspoon of Italian seasoning, one tablespoon of parsley flakes and one teaspoon of garlic powder. Don't worry, I can repeat myself if anyone needs me to."
The students miraculously seem to keep up with the myriad of ingredients. Shaun looks proudly out over the classroom.
"Doing good, everyone! Now all we need to add is a pinch of crushed red pepper if you like a little heat, one tablespoon of Worcestershire sauce and one tablespoon of sugar. Go on and mix that up nice and good and get it to a boil. Once it starts boiling, add one cup of water, stir it, then reduce the heat and let it simmer for thirty minutes," he finishes with a flourish of sugar into our demonstration skillet.
"While that's on the way to boiling, let's get started on our meatballs!" I say cheerily.
"Let's get another large bowl out. Mix in one pound of ground turkey with a half cup of Italian style bread crumbs. Then, add a half cup of Parmesan cheese, one teaspoon of onion powder, garlic salt and Italian seasoning each to the bowl," I look around the room and wait for the students to look back up at me.
"Nicely done. Lastly, we just need to add one-fourth cup of milk and one egg to the bowl. Go on and mix that up! Your sauce should be boiling now, so let's add the water and turn the heat to a simmer."
They dutifully listen and mix their turkey meatballs while their partner lowers the heat on the sauce.
"Alright, now, all we need to do is shape that mixture into fifteen good-sized meatballs. Put them on a large cookie sheet that you've sprayed down with some cooking spray and pop them in the oven!" I grin out at the classroom.
"Now that both our sauce and meatballs are on their way to being done cooking, let's start a big pot filled with salted water to boiling and make our noodles," Shaun says as he takes hold of his own dough for demonstration. I fill a pot of water and salt it, putting it on 'high' on the stove.
"Sprinkle a baking sheet with flour and put your dough ball on top. Divide it into four equal portions. Dust those portions with flour. Now let's set our pasta machines to the thickest setting. Flatten one piece of dough into a disc with your hands and feed it through the pasta roller. Repeat this twice," he shows how to do this with his dough.
"Then we're going to move the setting down a bit to where it's thinner. Always move the setting by only one at a time, or the noodles will get snagged. Do this until we get to the 'seven' marked on your pasta roller," he says.
The students roll the pasta through. They seem to really enjoy making the pasta, including the girl at the back who'd initially complained about the prospect of hand-made noodles. Even though it takes a while, and those that struggle get assistance from the other chefs until everyone has nice, even pasta sheets.
"Now we take our pasta sheets and lay them out. Cut them into twelve-inch sheets. While some of you are doing that, have someone get the pasta cutter." Shaun gives the students time to get out the pasta cutter before continuing, "now run your pasta sheets through the pasta cutter and set them in a bowl. Toss them with some flour to keep them from sticking to each other."
The room starts to fill with the pleasant aroma of the near-done sauce and meatballs.
"Let's go ahead and add the pasta to your boiling pot of water now. Take the meatballs out of the oven and set them in the sauce to absorb some flavor before we finish. Let's also add some chopped basil to the sauce as we put in the meatballs," I demonstrate, swiftly chopping basil and adding it with a quick sweep of the chopping board into the sauce. I then carefully place the meatballs into the sauce and close the lid again.
After five minutes pass, Shaun begins with our final instructions. " We're almost done, everyone! Let's drain the noodles into a colander," he pours his noodles out, "then put some noodles on a plate, take the sauce off the stove and scoop some sauce and meatballs on top, sprinkle some Parmesan on top and voila!" he holds the finished plate out to the class. It looks picture-perfect, with thin streams of white steam coming off of it.
Each of the students makes their plate of spaghetti. They look pretty satisfied with the work they've done. Chef Ramsay gives me a proud look across the classroom. Shaun and I definitely did a good job instructing our class.
As the students file out, they drop their comment cards in the bucket and Chef Ramsay once again says goodbye to each of them at the door. I head over to him with a grin as the final student steps from the room.
"You did wonderfully, (Y/N). You and Shaun both. Excellent, excellent," he gives me a beaming smile.
Last up are Dave and Bella. They both seem to still have some issues they're working through, and that tension laces through their entire lesson. The students seem distracted and disorderly, just like the pair of contestants. At the end of their lesson, half of the students haven't even finished making their meals yet. Chef Ramsay shakes his head from the side of the room, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Well, that was a disaster," Chef Ramsay says bluntly to Bella and Dave.
"Sorry, Chef. We've got a bit of a personal issue to work through. I know I shouldn't let it affect my work. I'm sorry," Dave says apologetically.
"I hope you didn't have delusions of winning because, after that performance, you're likely in last place," Ramsay states bluntly. Bella scoffs and crosses her arms.
"Let's head back to Hell's Kitchen. I'm going to need an hour or two to read over these comment cards and let the students make their decision." Ramsay turns to the teacher, "Goodbye, Chef Buchannon and thank you for allowing us the use of your classroom."
She waves dismissively at him. "Oh no, it's not an issue at all! Please, come back any time!"
We all follow Chef Ramsay through the school and back to our limo. The ride back to Hell's Kitchen is filled with our avid discussion about our dishes and how much we enjoyed or didn't enjoy teaching the children. Shaun was a better partner than I expected, and I'm grateful that I picked him from the group. My mind fills with ideas for what the prize will be for the winners as the giant steel trident at the front of Hell's Kitchen comes into view.
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