Episode 6 | Mystery Box: Crabby Crabberson
When we walk in, all the ingredients for the mystery box challenge are outside the box. Oh no. I know what’s coming. How can I not? We had to kill a lobster last week in class, so I’d be a fool not to know what’s under that box today. Gordon addresses us.
GR: Today, all of the ingredients for the mystery box challenge are OUTSIDE the box. All but one amazing ingredient.
I know what’s coming, and I am not ready.
GR: Are you ready to see what’s under the box?
No.
GR: On my count. One. Two. Three.
Arms go up. I can’t even look at my work station. I don’t have to. Out in front of me, I see large Dungeness crabs. They are so sedate that I begin to think, ‘is my crab dead??’ Then I see him jump forward, causing a direct but opposite reaction from me. I finally have the courage to look at the little creature on my station and feel sick and sad all at once. I can’t believe I have to kill this animal. As the rules of the challenge are being read, the tears that I’ve been trying to hold back come to the surface. Lee comes over and tries to give me words of encouragement, “Sheets, you can totally do this. Just drop him in the water…” but I shake my head, dismissing him. I’m trying not to draw attention to myself. Too late. The cameras have picked up the scent of drama and are on my trail. Joe and Graham notice as well and whisper something to Gordon. I look away. At this point, I am just trying to pull it together, because I know GR is going to come to my station the moment this challenge is officially started. I can almost hear the director talking to him through the bug in his ear, mapping out a plan on how to make the best use of the damsel in distress. One of two things can happen here: Gordon Ramsay will either yell at me, causing me to get really upset, making it really exciting TV for viewers, or he will be full of compassion, making it a tender TV moment. Which will it be?? What does America want to see from Ramsay? What have people been most entertained by from Ramsay's character on “Hell’s Kitchen”? I’m expecting Gordon to yell at me, “She-TELL! Stop being a baby, this is the Masterchef Kitchen!!! Get your act together, or eliminate yourself from this competition!!!” I’m screaming at myself to pull it together and steal back the opportunity I’ve practically laid at Ramsay’s feet. Then I see Crabby Crabberson at my station, awaiting his fate, and I am once again distraught. I need to be off camera, just to think for a minute, but there is nowhere for me to go that a camera can’t, or won’t, follow.