Hell’s Dreams

I woke up from a crazy dream in which I’d been tapped to be on Hell’s Kitchen, but as far as I could tell from the orientation, it wasn’t much like Hell’s Kitchen as we know it.  Deb was picked to be on it as well, just so they could use the husband and wife thing promotionally.

I was obviously the most steady, competent person there, no imposter, which of course surprised me.  I was mainly worried, as I’d be in reality, about overcooking stuff and needing too long partly as a result of that.  It shocks me sometimes how quickly they prepare a dish or cook a given item.

We were all given a pack of spices and ingredients, ad I had trouble with mine staying closed, because it was flimsy.  That was part of a pitch for a product of Ramsay’s own design, which used right wouldn’t have that problem.

Then he dramatically told us that, as we might have guessed, don’t be surprised if we’re told a list of who will leave in what order, and just deal if we didn’t like it.  Subject to change, of course, if someone seriously exceeded expectations in their week to go.

Most of this took place in an alley behind the building where the show set was, or just inside, in a delivery and storage area.

Later he came up to one girl, a tall blond with long hair, to tell her she would be the first.  Before we even competed!  She had been picked as first to go, to which she just fell apart, which happened at the same time someone drove a delivery truck into a pallet of butter, sent it flying and smooshed a lot of it.  I tried to organize people to go pick it up and put away it and other things.  That’s when I found out that unless it was punishment, never worry about that kind of thing, as they had crew to handle it.

Then I woke up.

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