“Hannah, where is she?”“I’m sure Ms. Sims will be here any sec,” Hannah said.We all glanced at the door as if Sara Sims would walk in. She didn’t. It took two more hours for her to arrive, and then everyone flew into high speed. We took our desserts out of the fridge and added the ingredient they’d surprised us with at the start of today’s episode. Mine was strawberries. I sliced them thin, sprinkled sugar on top, and placed them between the layers of my cake.“Two minutes, Chefs,” Sara Sims said.I smoothed cream on the outside then placed the strawberries in an artistic pattern on the top.“Three…two…one…” Sara said.We threw our hands in the air.“Cut.” The director motioned for the new kitchen-hand to get us ready for the next stage of taping. He gave each contestant a slice of green apple. The apple dried our mouths to cut down on smacking sounds when we answered any questions about our dishes.Now we were ready for judgment. I braced myself for the critique.
