Chef

It's starting to look like this blog will be about my obsessions.
Well, it's always good to have balance, right? I'll vent. I'll obsess. Those equal out, yes?

Anyhoo. Gordon. Chef Ramsay.
Yes, I am obsessed.
Ohhhhmmmgggg. I Luv Him.
Watched Hell's Kitchen for 2 summers and enjoyed him tremendously. But it wasn't until "The F Word" that I fell, ass over tits as my friend K would say.
The opening sequence.
The eyes. The intensity of the eyes I should say. That Color! Blue topaz. *sigh*
(pic above doesn't do it justice - must be seen straight on to be believed. and sucked into)
The snazzy suit.
Him taking OFF the snazzy suit.
As he walks.
Bit by little bit.
Undoing the tie. Unbuttoning the shirt. Taking the shirt OFF.
As he strides.
To his destination.... the mind reels..... to be at the receiving end of all that....
To be as adored and focused on as he clearly is with his kitchen.

i have no words

My ONLY complaint with him is not only are most of his dishes meat centered, but the last two seasons he's raised animals, in order to "teach his kids where their food comes from" and then personally taken them to slaughter for a nice feast. :(
I was heartened a little by last week's show, when he seemed to feel actual genuine heartfelt sadness over it. His piggies, Trinny and Susannah, seemed to have won him over. They were awfully fucking cute. How he actually went thru with it, I don't understand. I can only hope that those images (which I did NOT watch) will haunt him enough to make him reconsider.

In any case.
He's still a sexy bitch.
And DEFINITELY on my laminated list.