Nu precis innan jag vaknade så drömde jag att jag var hemma hos Gordon Ramsey i en stor lägenhet i London och blev bjuden på mat. Lägenheten var typ ett stor matsal med kök i ena änden. Han var ganska lugn och och trevlig. Jag fick hjälpa honom med saker runt omkring inte själva maten utan dukande och liknande saker.

Tyvärr vaknade jag upp innan maten skulle serveras. Stupid Lucid dreams.

Undra om jag har sett för mycket på Masterchef Australia? Går det förresten?

-Listen, I just want you to know how honored I am to be studying under such a -...
-[pins Linguini's sleeve with a knife] No, you listen! I just want you to know exactly who you are dealing with! How many women do you see in this kitchen?
-Well, I uh -...
-[pins Linguini's sleeve with another knife] Only me. Why do you think that is? Because high cuisine is an antiquated hierarchy built upon rules written by stupid, old men. Rules designed to make it impossible for women to enter this world, but still I'm here. How did this happen?
-Well because you, because you -...
-[pins Linguini's sleeve with a third knife] Because I am the toughest cook in this kitchen! I have worked too hard for too long to get here, and I am not going to jeopardize it for some garbage boy who got lucky! Got it?
-Wow!