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To cook with Ramsey, as Ramsey

18:20, the work day is over. I turn off the computer. I get up from the chair - for the first time in 2 hours. I collect phone, phone charger, sunglasses. I quickly move out past everyone remaining to finish. I'm in a hurry! I get off the elevator and quickly run down the small alley. I turn the corner…. I remember - I forgot my wallet on the desk. I'm running! I walk into the office building like a hall. The elevator is busy. I don't have time to wait. I'm going up the stairs. With a heart rate of 200, I manage to reach the fifth floor. I'm ringing. A nice colleague opens the door. With a ringing laugh, he asks: "Fanny, what did you forget, dear?", I answer: "Desi, dear - your head."
Everyone already knows me. I'm always in a hurry and almost always leave something behind. Then I hurry even more. The important thing is that I'm catching up. I take the wallet. I quickly run past all the colleagues, They are still finishing. I am ashamed. Again, I managed to strengthen their already formed opinion - "Hurry and confuse". But what to do, it's me.

I run up the stairs, leave the building and quickly manage to get a taxi. Hmm. Horror. The driver is driving too slowly. I somehow get to the neighborhood supermarket. I've already changed my mind about dinner. I have quickly arranged the menu in my head. There are rarely mistakes here. I decide it's something different. We rarely go out to "fancy" restaurants anymore. I try to compensate. As I can. It's gonna be great tonight.

I get chilled shrimp, milk peas, shiitake mushrooms, coconut milk, rice noodles, nice rosé, and a bunch of stuff. I pay at the register and run. I walk through the neighborhood park. I meet the husband, the children, and mothers meekly standing on the benches peeling sunflower seeds. This is not for me. I'm in a hurry! I walk in through the front door. I run into a neighbor. "Excuse me," I mutter. Then in the elevator and I'm home. Kef. I manage to find the key to the apartment - hard. I threw it in my haste somewhere among everything that I was dragging around in my handbag. I open. I go in, inhale and exhale. I am "at home". I throw the shopping in the kitchen. I take off my office clothes.

Free, barefoot, naked with gray hair and a glass of wine in my hand I'm waiting. I'm waiting for Ramsay so we can cook together. I'm not in a hurry anymore. I'm making a preparation for the best dinner. It is time . I'm running 24 Kitchen and Ramsey has started cooking without me. Nothing, I'll catch up quickly. I take out the pan. Wow, how heavy is this pan. It's heavy, but it's real. I'm sure my sisters-in-law will be cooking in it one day. I put it on the stove and pour olive oil into it. Ramsay is now cooking a second course. Nothing, I'll catch up.

Garlic and toss the shrimp. They blush pleasantly. I add shiitake, peas and coconut milk. Obviously, everything looks the top. Photo and share it on the social network. Likes are pouring in. Ramsay has already cooked everything. I have yet to cook rice noodles. I want to cook like Ramsey too. I pour a second glass of wine. Good wine. I don't feel like rushing at all anymore. The phone rings: "Fanche" - I hear from the other side - "Should I get something from the store?". " No!" I say " Everything is ready. Waiting for you".

I pull out a nice tablecloth. I set the table. Mmm, French etiquette. Light candles. Perfect. I wear something comfortable. It's eight o'clock. My men are arriving. They invade. I start to hurry again. Dinner is getting cold.

I wash my hands, feet. Another pair of arms, legs. I change clothes one, two. "Awww" I hear an exclamation. "Dinner will be special". Hmm, not sure if that was a compliment. "Yes, it looks very good." Great! I have hope. I'm serving. Forks, spoons clatter. They eat. I'm waiting! The men look at each other strangely. "Dear!" says the husband, "It's very tasty, but in your haste you forgot to peel the raw shrimp." Clumsy. I'm on my third glass of wine, and likes are pouring in on Facebook. One thing is clear – at least there is no mistake in the pan.

This is also the pan 😉

 

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