Gordon Ramsay is my favorite.
i just want to hug all of them
Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.
I knew he’s a good dude… I mean, that’s why he’s all fired up in Hell’s Kitchen, yanno? It’s the passion. Passion Drive!! (that should be a finishing move)
“England is just a small island. Its roads and houses are small. With few exceptions, it doesn’t make things that people in the rest of the world want to buy. And if it hadn’t been separated from the continent by water, it almost certainly would have been lost to Hitler’s ambitions.” — Mitt Romney
basically the rest of the world:
i’m going to start a new religion and it’s going to be doing this every sunday for 5 hours
SO MANY OF THE TOMATO SAUCE
He looks so done in the last gif
I’ve rebloged this 13 times and I will continue to do so for so many.
Over and over, I try not to.
So many thoughts that I can’t get out of my head. I try to live without you. Every time I do, I feel dead. I know what’s best for me, but I want you instead. I’ll keep on wasting all my time.
Over and over, I fall for you.