Gordon Ramsey, Utica New York, Grocery Store Kitchen Conveyer Nightmare - Dream
Thursday May 16, 2013 ... second dream this morning...
I was in a SUV-type vehicle, maybe a Hummer riding through a city. Gordon Ramsey, one of my co-passengers asked, "Do you know anyplace around here I can get some tarragon?" I believe prior to him asking this question it was understood that he was coming to my house to do a show on how to cook a particular chicken dish... fricassee I think. I don't know what it is, so I was along for the dream-ride to find out.
Suddenly I recognized where we were. We were on Mohawk Street in Utica, New York, driving away from the parkway, toward South Street, and just passed James Street.
It has been many years since I lived in Utica, so the reason this dream took place there is a mystery.
I said, "I think I know where we are. There's a store right up here on the right." The grocery store used to be called 'Price Chopper', though I don't know if that's what it still is. Incidentally, I went to 7th and 8th grade almost right next door at Roscoe Conkling School.
So, we pulled into the Grocery parking lot. Gordon Ramsey looked satisfied. We went into the back where an in-store cooking-line was in progress. Ramsey went immediately behind the double-swung port hole kitchen doors to the back where several people stood working a conveyer line grill.
They had chicken, ribs, sausage and hot dogs and some other sausage-like product moving along at a high speed - cooking.
Gordon went and spoke to the first person on the line. (I don't know what he said because he almost whispered in the guy's ear). I explained to a curious someone that (as I pointed) "that is Gordon Ramsey and he wants to see what you are doing." The concerned someone said, "Is it really?!" I said it was and we had permission to look the situation over.
From my right to left was about five people working that line. I wondered how the food could possibly cook thoroughly when it moved down the line that quickly. You see the conveyer-belt-grill took the food from one end to the other in a matter of about a minute and the grill was about twelve feet long. There was one fellow, I believe the fourth guy in line, who took care of the sausage-like product. He would pull them off the conveyer part onto a standard grill, cook them for a while then push them back on the conveyer grill... looking well-done.
Gordon Ramsey, though, was disgusted with the situation. He immediately flew off the handle saying, "You can't cook it like that! The food doesn't have time to get cooked all the way through." And, "You are serving people this stuff?"
He was cussing f--- this and f--- that.
I don't know if we ever got the tarragon, but Gordon stormed out of the grocery store and I followed along.
I commented to Gordon Ramsey, "You're temper is like a blow torch, all it takes is one little match and you explode." Gordon Ramsey laughed and said, "That's what other people have told me."
This is all I remember of this dream
I was in a SUV-type vehicle, maybe a Hummer riding through a city. Gordon Ramsey, one of my co-passengers asked, "Do you know anyplace around here I can get some tarragon?" I believe prior to him asking this question it was understood that he was coming to my house to do a show on how to cook a particular chicken dish... fricassee I think. I don't know what it is, so I was along for the dream-ride to find out.
Suddenly I recognized where we were. We were on Mohawk Street in Utica, New York, driving away from the parkway, toward South Street, and just passed James Street.
It has been many years since I lived in Utica, so the reason this dream took place there is a mystery.
I said, "I think I know where we are. There's a store right up here on the right." The grocery store used to be called 'Price Chopper', though I don't know if that's what it still is. Incidentally, I went to 7th and 8th grade almost right next door at Roscoe Conkling School.
So, we pulled into the Grocery parking lot. Gordon Ramsey looked satisfied. We went into the back where an in-store cooking-line was in progress. Ramsey went immediately behind the double-swung port hole kitchen doors to the back where several people stood working a conveyer line grill.
They had chicken, ribs, sausage and hot dogs and some other sausage-like product moving along at a high speed - cooking.
Gordon went and spoke to the first person on the line. (I don't know what he said because he almost whispered in the guy's ear). I explained to a curious someone that (as I pointed) "that is Gordon Ramsey and he wants to see what you are doing." The concerned someone said, "Is it really?!" I said it was and we had permission to look the situation over.
From my right to left was about five people working that line. I wondered how the food could possibly cook thoroughly when it moved down the line that quickly. You see the conveyer-belt-grill took the food from one end to the other in a matter of about a minute and the grill was about twelve feet long. There was one fellow, I believe the fourth guy in line, who took care of the sausage-like product. He would pull them off the conveyer part onto a standard grill, cook them for a while then push them back on the conveyer grill... looking well-done.
Gordon Ramsey, though, was disgusted with the situation. He immediately flew off the handle saying, "You can't cook it like that! The food doesn't have time to get cooked all the way through." And, "You are serving people this stuff?"
He was cussing f--- this and f--- that.
I don't know if we ever got the tarragon, but Gordon stormed out of the grocery store and I followed along.
I commented to Gordon Ramsey, "You're temper is like a blow torch, all it takes is one little match and you explode." Gordon Ramsey laughed and said, "That's what other people have told me."
This is all I remember of this dream
posted by Daniel Taverne at 7:44 AM
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