Heck, I used to go camping a lot, when the kids were little. We cooked every meal over an open fire or on a grill. Many a hot dog fell in the charcoal, and got washed off and replaced. Trout fell onto the hot burning logs, got pulled out and reset on the grill top. Food fell on the ground and we all just ‘blew’ on it to make sure it was ‘safe’. Our hands were dirty, the food got sand in it.
........and we survived.
And, one Thanksgiving, my mom was stuffing the turkey, early in the morning. I was chopping celery for the dressing. I knew the second she picked up that bird by the legs, what was about to happen. Her hands had oil on them, as did the whole bird. That turkey went flying accross the kitchen floor like a jet ski. She just walked over, picked it up, rinsed it off, stuffed and cooked it, and no one was the wiser.
.......and we survived.
I couldn’t/wouldn’t work under this chef. Screaming, yelling obscenities, kicking people out, throwing food - the guy’s a nut case. (.........I wouldn’t survive.)
But, I love the show. ;-]
I would survive - HE wouldn’t.