Top Chef: California
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Walking in through the back door of my restaurant, I adjust my belt and re-button the buttons on my chef jacket. I head towards the kitchen and when I
enter I see Aiden breaking down a beef tenderloin into some filets for the night. As I'm beginning to pull my hair back into a ponytail I see a shit-eating
grin on Aiden's face. Shrugging off his smirk, I turn to the sink and begin to wash my hands thoroughly, preparing to prep out for tonight's dinner service.
Then I hear it, he's giggling.
"Oh, just come out with it, you pansy!" I yell at him causing him to erupt into fits of laughter.
"I could hear you through the walls Ash," my sous chef manages to squeeze out through his laughter.
"What can I say? I'm just that good."
"Ok, big head. So how was she?"
"Eh, not bad. But not as good as that red head last week. Damn, now she rocked my world. However, I did most of the work last night."
"Well, it's about damn time you got a workout fat ass," Aiden says as he pokes me in my abs.
Lifting my jacket and shirt I holler, "Fat ass? Have you seen me naked? I'm hot!"
"Yeah, yeah. Don't get your underwear in a twist"
"Not wearing any."
"T.M.I." I laugh at his so called disgust of me, we both know I'm hot.
Suddenly the laughter died down, and a serious look crossed Aiden's face.
"When are you going to grow up Ash?"
Knowing what he's talking about, I just shake my head. I have no means of settling down, I had my chance and I let her go.
"Anyway, where's Jason?"
Aiden points his knife towards the door.
"He's upstairs somewhere."
Nodding my head I exit the kitchen. Jason is my GM. We met in college and afterward I gave him a job working for me, and he does a damn good job at it.
I bound up the stairs to the office and see Jason on the phone. He adjusts his glasses on his face, writes something down then ends his conversation,
turning around to face me.
"What's the word Jay?"
"Well, so far we have 63 resos, and 12 top at 8."
"Not too bad for a Thursday."
"Well, you do own the hottest restaurant in L.A. Ash."
"Damn right I do. Well, Jay give me an update in about an hour I'm going to go smoke
"Yes, Chef ."
Once I step out of the back door, I occupy some cinder blocks leaning against the back wall. Placing my cigarette between my lips, I light it up and take a
big puff, instantly feeling my body relax. As I sit there I begin thinking about my success and how hard it was to get here, and also what I had to sacrifice
to get here. Then my mind goes back to what Aiden said. Five years ago I had it all. I had the girl, my dreams, and I was happy, but I ruined it. I
remember seeing her for the first time; she was beautiful and took my breath away. It all began nine years ago when I walked into my first college culinary
class.
Flashback
Rolling over in my bed I crack my eyes open and see the red numbers glaring back at me 8:46.
"Shit, shit, shit I'm late and it is my first day!" I holler into my empty apartment. Running into the living room to grab my shoes, I see that all my
roommates are gone.
Jackasses.
I rush to grab my chef jacket and I speed out the door and down the 1.5 miles to school. Busting in through the door, all eyes are on me.
"Ah, you must be Ms. Davies," I hear a thick French accent say.
"Yes, Chef I apologize won't happen again."
I spot Aiden in the back with an open seat next to him, and quickly occupy it.
"And Ms. Davies," My head shoots up, "Next time wear your school chef jacket, not your black one."
"Yes, Chef."
I lower my head back down to my desk and begin to write down the notes on the board. As I'm finishing my notes I hear the door open, some footsteps,
then the door close again.
"Here are those copies you wanted, Chef." The sweet voice rings through my ears and my eyes quickly make their way to her. She was beautiful. Like out of
this world beautiful and my eyes stayed glued to her as she found her seat directly in front of me.
"Thank you Ms. Carlin," Chef begins, "Now, I would like to formally introduce everyone here to Pastry 101. I know that some of you are in culinary, but it is
a requirement that you take a pastry class. As for you future pastry chefs…" He continues to go on about the class and what we will be doing that nine
weeks, but when it came to me his words fell on deaf ears, because I was looking at her, and she had my full attention.
I'm working on Ch. 2 currently is should be up soon
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