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“So . . You’re telling me you got scouted by Gordon Ramsay?”
Anasui closed his book, “Precisely, i’m gonna be on his cooking show.”
Weather report gave him a look, before resuming his book. “Not gonna read?” He asks.
Anasui shook his head, “I can’t- All I can think about is meeting Gordon Ramsay, my idol.”
Anasui smiled to himself, “He’s the second thing i love, next to Jolyne.”
He wrapped his arms around his body, thinking about Jolyne’s warm embrace on him. “Oh Jolyne! When wilt thou have feelings for me?”
“Cut the crap.” Weather report said, “Can you get me a glass of water?”
Anasui frowned, “Ice or no ice?”
“Ice please.”
The day of the cooking competition arrived, Anasui entered the large building in his usual stripper outfit, looking to impress the judges with his beautiful and succulent body.
The lady at the front desk gave him a weird look, “I’m here for master chef.” Anasui said to her. “I’m Narciso Anasui.”
The lady pulled out a clipboard and scoured through a list of names.
“To your right, first white door.” She said.
Anasui walked down the right hall until he reached the white door as the lady instructed, he opened the door and was welcomed by none other than Chef Gordon Ramsay.
“Welcome lad, you must be Anasui, pleasure to have you.” Ramsay said, he patted Anasui on the back and brought him into the showroom.
Anasui blushed at the warm touch of Gordon Ramsay’s hands on his back.
“The show will start in just a while, all the other contestants are here. Please- don’t be so tense!”
Anasui couldn’t help but feel all warm inside at Gordon’s kind words. He was here! In the master chef kitchen! Soon to be on the master chef show.
Gordon Ramsay went to talk to the camera crew situated in the very front of the room.
The room was one large rectangle, in the very front were camera used for filming, as well as the tables were the judges sat at. At the bottom half was the kitchen, and a separate room where contestants collected ingredients and kitchen machinery and tools.
A second story was part of the room as well, where visitors and guests could look down upon the contestants cooking. Off to the side of the first story was a little lounge area, with comforters and a bookshelf. A group of contestants hung out there.
“W-Weather report?” Anasui gasped. Surely, that was Weather report reading a playboy magazine on one of the red comforters.
“Anasui.” Weather report didn’t even bother sparing him a glance.
“What are you doing on masterchef? Why are you here?”
“I got scouted.” Weather report told.
“You got scouted?”
Weather report nodded, “It seems I did.”
“Why did you hide this from me?”
Weather report shrugged and didn’t answer. Anasui was too nervous to be scared, he went to meet all the other contestants.
A certain blonde contestant stood out from the rest, his blonde hair was slicked back nicely, leaving only two strands to cradle the frame of his face.
He wore an elegant suit, leaving the outer layer open.
“Hello, my name is Narciso Anasui.” Anasui greeted.
The blonde man looked him up and down, before forcing a smile. “Nice to meet you Anasui, my name is Yoshikage Kira. I’m 33 years old, my house is in the northwest section of Morioh, where all the villas are, and I am not married. I work as an employee for the Kame yu department stores, and i get home every day by 8PM at the latest. I don't smoke, but I occasionally drink. I’m in bed by 11 PM, and make sure I get-”
“It was nice meeting you, Yoshikage Kira.” Anasui walked off to greet the other contestants.
At last, all the other contestants arrived and it was time to start filming. Gordon instructed that each member get behind their assigned work spaces in the kitchen.
Anasui was right next to Weather report, that damn bastard.
“Alright, is everybody ready to cook?”
Every contestant shouted, “Yeah!” Anasui remained silent, he had to focus. He had to win.
From the other side of the room the camera man qued, “Filming begins in 3 . . 2 . . 1 . . action!”
Gordon Ramsay began with an introductory, blah blah blah. The real cooking didn’t start until a couple minutes later, when Gordon Ramsay presented the group with the key ingredient they must use in their cooking.
“This is a whole pig, you are to choose one part of this pig and stick with it. Your ingredients are in the fridge, get started!”
Anasui rushed to get to the fridge first by pushing everybody out of his way, “Move, move.” He said, as he made his way through the crowd of contestants.
He looked at the selected pig meat on the shelves. “Back . . Leg . . Abdomen . . “ He groaned, “Where the hell is the blood? I need pig blood!”
With no luck finding pigs blood, Anasui took the fatiest part of the pig to his kitchen.
With his bare hands, he wrung the remaining blood out from the meat into a small bucket.
One of the chefs, Graham Elliot walked over to his table. “Anasui, what the fuck are you doing?” Graham asked. “I couldn’t find pigs blood, so i’m gonna make my own pig blood.”
Graham didn’t question him any further, he walked away. Feeling.. traumatized.
Anasui looked over to see what the Weather report was up too. Shit! Anasui thought, He’s already roasting the tenderloin!
Anasui squeezed the remainder of the pigs blood out.
“It’s okay, i have time.” Anasui reminded himself.
He dumped the bucket of pig's blood into a pan, no butter needed. He let the pigs blood simmer on the pan to heat it up, before sticking the pan into the oven along with the pigs blood.
After 15 minutes, he took the pan back out. Absolutely nothing happened to the pigs blood, except for the fact that it was now hot.
“Perfect.” Anasui smiled.
He dumped the scalding hot pigs blood into a clean plate.
“Mustard..Mustard.. Weather report, do you have any mustard?” He asked.
“Yes.” Weather report said, he paused his cooking and reached into his bottom cabinet to pull out a jar of mustard. Anasui thanked him and proceeded to squirt mustard into the plate of pigs blood.
“What the hell are you making Anasui?” Weather report asked.
“You’ll see.”
Anasui gathered bread from the kitchen and soaked it in mustard and pigs blood. He set it off to the side. In his now clean pan he cracked an egg and cooked it scrambled.
He got a new plate and put the scrambled egg into the plate, before setting the bloody bread on top. He couldn’t help but catch Gordon Ramsay’s gaze on him.
“Times up!” Gordon announced.
The first contestant to come up was Yoshikage kira.
“Alright, now tell me.” Gordon Ramsay said in his beautiful british accent, “What ingredients did you use here?”
Yoshikage kira smiled, “I used pig leg, cilantro, and rice with sesame seeds and soy sauce.”
Gordon nodded, “Interesting.” He grabbed his fork and cut the pork off the leg. Along with the pork did he grab a spoon of rice.
“Kira . . “ He said, “I’m impressed with how the meat came out, it’s perfectly seasoned. But you added a bit to much soy sauce with your rice. It tastes icky.”
Yoshikage Kira bowed and left with his dish.
After a few more contestants that aren’t important enough to the story to actually be mentioned, it was finally Weather report’s turn to present his dish.
“Weather report, please explain to me the ingredients you used here.” Gordon said.
“I roasted pork tenderloin in a slow cooker, the garnish is truffle with cranberry pork gravy. On the bottom is mashed potato, and seasoned spinach with rice wine.” He explained.
Anasui was at a loss of words, not only did Weather report not tell him that he too was scouted, but Weather report never told Anasui about his amazing cooking skills!
Anasui’s nervousness only grew.
Shoot, what if the chef prefers his dish over mine? No, it’s fine Anasui . . Your dish is amazing, It has to be. It’s unique . . I put my love for Jolyne into this!
“Delicious. Absolutely wonderful.” Gordon Ramsay said, “Weather report, i am very satisfied with that you’ve made, thank you.” He elaborated, “The Gravy is like none other, and your pork is nicely roasted. Well done.”
Weather report walked away with his dish.
Anasui clenched his fists and glared at Weather report.
I’ll win Masterchef! For Jolyne!
“Anasui.” His name was called, “Please come up.”
Anasui took a deep breath and took his dish in his hands, he brought the plate up to the chefs table and set it down in front of Gordon Ramsay himself.
“Anasui, please explain to me the ingredients you used here . . “
“I made hand wrangled pigs blood breakfast.” He explained,
“I put the pigs blood into a pan, and cooked it in the oven for roughly 15 minutes. The bread is dipped in the blood, on top is an abundance of salt. Beneath the bread is scrambled eggs. On top of the bread is a caramelized vinaigrette.”
Gordon Ramsay took a knife and cut a piece of the bloodied bread. He grabbed his fork and tasted the blood bread with the scrambled egg.
Anasui anticipated his reaction.
“This is…” His face crumpled. “Delicious!” He exclaimed.
He took his fork to get another bite. “I'm glad you like it, chef Gordon Ramsay.” Anasui bowed.
Gordon Ramsay gagged suddenly, and pulled a hair out from his mouth.
“What the- Is this a fucking pubic hair?”
Anasui was silent.
“Anasui, do you care to explain why there is a fucking pubic hair in the food.”
“Chef, I had to scratch my balls whilst cooking and just happened to get pubic hair in the mashed potatoes.”
Gordon Ramsay shook his head, “The pubic hair adds a new level of flavor, knowing that the self grown hair of a man as beautiful as you were in these mashed potatoes makes me happy.”
He smiled at Anasui, “Great job Anasui, this is by-far one of the best dishes I've ever had in my entire life.”
Gordon Ramsay applauded, “Anasui, you’ve impressed me to such a great extent- that’s it, you’re the winner of this show. Please take a million dollars, and my heart while you’re at it.”
And that’s the story of how Anasui not only won master chef, but also Gordon Ramsay's heart.
The end ~~