top chef new york


Meet the padcake: A fried Korean dumpling stuffed with spicy pad thai

  • Pork fat sizzles on an extra large cast iron skillet and the meaty aroma immediately fills the air.
  • My stomach isn’t growling — it’s screaming in anticipation. I’m at Pig and Khao, a Filipino and southeast Asian-inspired restaurant in the Lower East Side of New York City, and head chef (and former Top Chef alumna) Leah Cohen is making pad thai for her new “padcakes." 
  • It’s an inventive appetizer that brings Thai and Korean together in the most delicious way possible. Padcakes aren’t on the menu but customers in-the-know can order them starting at 5 p.m. each day, until the restaurant runs out. Read more. (4/4/2017 1:03 PM)
Chopped Gothic

Ted tells you to open your baskets. Your basket is empty. The other chefs are reacting to the ingredients with surprise or fear or confidence but your basket is empty. When Ted names the ingredients, all you hear is the whispering of the sea. You think you will pan-sear it with a little sesame oil.

The judges find a hair in your soup. You are bald. You do not remember making soup.

There are only 20 minutes in the appetizer round. You cook frantically, faster than you have ever cooked before, but nothing is done. You look at the clock. There are still 20 minutes in the appetizer round.

There is blood on your cutting board, but you feel no pain. You look at your hands and do not see a cut. You put on gloves. The blood keeps appearing. There are only two competitors left.

The gingersnaps are calling to you. Make us a breading, they say. Free us from this shape. Let us spread. Together we shall cover the earth. Add some lemon.

The judges are disappointed. They say they wish they could chop all of you. The judges have cleavers for hands. Ted’s smile is forced.

Zakarian thinks your dish is too spicy. Sanchez thinks it’s not spicy enough. Guarnaschelli is on fire. She doesn’t seem to mind.

You are an executive chef from one of the top restaurants in New York. Your philosophy is that food should be simple and elegant. Your philosophy is that your food reflects your ethnic background. You have an interesting ethnic background but you cannot remember what it is. You are a woman. You are two identical white men.

You open your basket. Your ingredients are peanut butter, asbestos, and live bees. The bees aren’t even in a package. They erupt in a cloud. You feel your airway closing, but the host looks on dispassionately. You are competing for ten thousand dollars.

Alex Guarnaschelli is glaring at you. Alex Guarnaschelli is glaring at the other judges. Alex Guarnaschelli is glaring at the host. Alex Guarnaschelli sees all, judges all, and finds it wanting.

Your pan is cold. You turn up the heat but it remains cold. Frost is forming on the edges and the flames beneath are octarine and black.

Your steak was a perfect medium rare when you plated it, but when it gets to the judges table it is raw and bloody. The judges remind you to be aware of aftercooking.

You look through the fridge and cannot find the bacon. You can smell it, taste it, but you cannot see it. The bacon is right in front of you. You reach out your hand for the bacon but your hand does not move. The bacon consumes you.

I wasn’t supposed to get this done on time, but @dreamsandteethmarks gave me the most awesome prompt ever and what’s wrong with staying up till 2am to write fanfic?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

For BSHiatusFic Week 5 / Prompt: Anniversary

But As You Wave Goodbye, I’ll Be Getting Closer

She is pretty sure this is not how it’s supposed to be. She may not be that aware of all the social norms and expectations, still, but she knows that couples are not supposed to spend the anniversary of their first date fighting. They especially shouldn’t have their first real fight on that day.

They’ve had fights before, and arguments, most of them having been work related. But not all of them have been. It doesn’t make sense after all to go an entire year in a relationship and not have the occasional argument, misunderstanding or fight, especially when the two people involved are as strong headed and stubborn as they both are.

But they have never had anything like this. No, this is different. Work arguments aside, they have never gone to bed angry at each other, they have never spent a night apart, except for reasons related to work that kept them apart, they have never let an argument stretch from one day to the other.

They’ve never slammed doors or thrown appliances ~ or was it a vase? ~ at each other. They’ve never been so angry they couldn’t talk to each other anymore, or stand to be in the same room with each other.

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cementeriodepayasos  asked:

¡Hi! I want to ask u, if u have some lemon fanfics (cherik or mcbender its the same...I prefer cherik sincerely xD) I mean, with foreplay, hard sex obviously, but nothing....weird u know. ^u^ Thnks in advance! ♡

Hello friend! Please take a look at the NC-17 tag :’) I know you’ll eventually find something you’re looking for there! But lets see… foreplay…

Oysters and Champagne by listerinezero [NC17, Cherik, Chef AU]

Erik is the extremely talented, extremely scary chef at one of the top restaurants in New York, and Charles, the head waiter, is the only person with the balls to stand up to him. Their fights are the stuff of legend, and their argument over the Valentine’s Day menu turns into one for the history books.

given back, but not to keep by Etharei [NC17, Cherik, Canon, Telepathy/ Mind Control]

It starts one morning when, walking down a hallway during a lull between lessons, Erik comments casually to Charles, “Don’t forget to train yourself too.” Written for the Kink Bingo prompt: hypnosis / mind control.

Is it Erik with a C or a K? by ikeracitykageillusionz [NC17, Cherik, Office Sex, Modern, Unpowered]

When Charles sexts his boss instead of his latest squeeze during one late night of report writing, the first thing he expects is a sexual harassment law suit and the last thing is Mr. Lehnsherr actually fucking him hard into his desk.

(Or the one where the moral of this story is don’t check who you sext if you want your boss to bone you.)

May Morning by Rosie_Rues [NC17, Cherik, Drunk Sex, Canon Insertion]

Erik came to Oxford looking for an expert on human mutation. He ends up shagging a drunk telepath.

Slight AU, in which they meet for the first time in Oxford.

anonymous asked:

*whispers in your ear* Makorra reality tv cooking competition AU

i have never watched a reality tv cooking show but i’ll do my best. so we have: 

korra, who demonstrated an incredible talent at a young age and trained with all the top chefs at fancy institutions in france and new york, poised to take over the ONLY four-star michelin restaurant in the entire world (her mentor-chef, tenzin, currently runs this restaurant, and it was owned by his father, renowned chef aang); her formal technique is formidable. she specializes in meat and seafood dishes, but struggles immensely with pastries - her meringue refuses to fluff correctly, despite her best efforts, and her soufflé is a tragedy. her favorite thing to cook for herself is a goddamn fuckin beautiful rack of cherry coke glazed beef ribs, and she has a deep and unyielding desire to get out from her teachers’ watchful gaze and open a food truck somewhere. to her, food is not just food; it’s destiny

mako, who has zero formal training in the kitchen but learned everything from working in food trucks and hole-in-the-wall restaurants all over los angeles, picking up a lexicon of diverse cooking styles, techniques, and flavors from cultural enclaves like little tokyo, chinatown, little ethiopia, tehrangeles, koreatown, and, of course, mexican food!! naturally, he specializes in fusion food, mixing ingredients and cultural palates with aplomb. if you asked him what the five mother sauces of classical french cuisine are, he would tell you to shut up and just eat what he makes because he’s not throwing it away. for him, food is survival: just eat it (nike swoosh)

he catapulted to local fame after a LAT food critic discovered his and bolin’s street-side shack in west hollywood, known for its incredible, savory fusion foods and their generosity with avocados. fuck yeah. 

other competitors include: bolin, asami, a talented cook who makes visually beautiful food; tahno, sexy bad boy of the cooking world or whatever, and opal, sweet darling with a sweeter tooth

JUDGES: LIN BEI FONG is the main judge (LOL), with a rotating cast of guest judges including noatak, tarrlok, kuvira, zaheer, su yin, and tenzin, although he really shouldn’t be there because of potential bias problems towards his protégé woops anyway

i can’t decide if it should be more like chopped, where they have to make whatever they can with the ingredients provided (advantage: mako) or like hell’s kitchen, where they have a whole bunch of different challenges and face off like that (advantage: korra) but honestly in the very first episode they get paired up together to set and serve a menu from appetizer to dessert and immediately start arguing over flavor profiles (oysters and kiwi? are you nuts? what the fuck?? you want to make a strawberry cilantro salsa? we’re supposed to set a menu with a pasta main course) but they argue their way into making something mind-blowing and incredible and survive the first challenge 

and in the next challenge korra realizes mako’s crushing his mint leaves the way she does it, and then after than mako realizes korra’s topping her lime pannacotta with a sprinkling of chili flakes the way he suggested, and whenever they’re on a team together the sparks fucking fly over TECHNIQUE and FLAVOR PROFILES and THE USEFULNESS OF WHITE CHOCOLATE. (”it’s dumb, it’s flavorless, it’s for weak shit like desserts,” korra says. “no. try it with olives, i swear. i promise,” mako says) finally they both get eliminated because asami wowed with her inoffensive, accessible, crowd-pleasing dishes (lol) and so mako and korra buy a food truck and take off to serve up mouth-watering foods all over the country, expanding people’s palates everywhere

korra masters the meringue and promptly smooshes a handful all over mako’s face. try this, nerd. he does this thing where he sucks the cherry cola glaze off a rib bone while making eye contact with her and she HATES IT SO MUCH she just has to fuckin !!! rip his clothes off !!! lots of make-outs happen. so many make-outs.