TyFlo to the Rescue!

We're all in agreement that facebook totally rocks, right? I mean, besides Jocelyn*. Email has been relatively innovative, cell phones have taken over the world, and obviously this blog has changed the face of all things communication (duh).  But can we all agree that 2009 was the year that facebook shifted up to spot number uno in terms of keeping in touch with people?  This is a more recent revelation of mine as I flashback to a couple of weeks and remember what was sitting in my facebook inbox.

Uh....YA!!  I'M TOTALLY THERE!

Do you remember the Tyler Florence Pulled Pork Sandwich post from the DAY BEFORE Holly's email to me?  Ya, I was all about TyFlo that week.  That's what we should all call him now, don't you think?  TyFlo?

I had a prearranged get-together with my friend Carrie that evening, but somehow managed to get to Union Square from the Mission in record time as soon as we were done!  Threw the car in a quick + hurried spot and basically sprinted from the garage direct to the chair right next to Holly in the Cellar of Macy's:

I literally ran in as the presentation was already occurring.

Definitely knocked over a few old ladies on my way in.

'Cause I'm cool like that.

Needless to say, we nibbled on many amazing nuggets of happiness:

Deliciously seared halibut resting on a parsnip/fennel puree + black lentils.

Topped with a delicate sprig of dill.  Mmmmm.

Calamari made with sparkling mineral water in the batter!

These are pictures of the actual dishes he made:
Halibut with lentils
Calamari
Ricotta dumplings with shaved radishes and greens

 

The ULTIMATE part of this entire evening was when the magic of TyFlo came over me and I became bold enough to throw my hand in the air to answer the question, "Is anyone nervous about making anything for the holidays?" 

TyFlo: Yes, to the cute girl in the fingerless gloves, sitting next to her friend in a cute green argyle sweater......((slight embellishment)).....what are you making?

Me: Um...a brisket?

TyFlo:  Oh, cool.  Brisket's are terrific around the holidays, are you making it for a large group?  Are you nervous?

Me: Um...it's for Hanukkah?  For my future in-laws??  Nervous.

---laughter from the crowd---

 TyFlo: Well, let me tell you the biggest secret about making a brisket................blah, blah.

And that's when my brain got all mushy and non-remembering.  Mostly because I was too busy trying to not get caught doing this:

WTH, I should've really been paying more attention.

But I got all confident and cocky about being amidst such a culinary sensation.  I mean, I may or may not have even called him TYFLO to his FACE.  What?  I mean, really, can you blame me for such behavior when I walk up to this image:

  That's Scott, ya'll!

Like of Scott and Holly's wedding circa 2008**!

Our friend, Scott!  How crazy is that??

He was TyFlo's #1 Assistant Man 
(I'm sure there's a more technical term for this position)

Scott did all the prep work to get the crowd the yummy tastings.

Don't worry, I've already invited myself + Jamie over to their place for dinner.

This guy was an integral part of the success of Ty's burgeoning career.

I mean, he took off running when his head chef needed a vegetable peeler!

Running.

Meanwhile, HeadChef brought his little son to entertain the masses.

And to help distract the crown while he took the time to pick a booger.

What?  No one saw that, right?  Good work being cute, son.

I think Scott looks much more professional:

I didn't see him pick his nose once.

Post-demo, Holly and I got our new cookbook graffiti'd (awesome):

ew. holly, do you see the booger on the top of his head?

 

 Just kidding, Smile!

One final shot of my soon-to-be-taking-over-the-Food-Network friend:

Oh, did the ladies love him!

For a more legitimate recall of the night, check out holly's post.  Thanks so much for thinking of me, doll!  Made my week!

*Joc's dislike of most things tech-y is the directest contrast to my inner thoughts and desires, but that's one of my favorite qualities about her. We often sit in bewilderment of each other and laugh and laugh.  She, of this blog and my propensity for all the things from SkyMall magazine.  Me, of her lack of a personal computer and facebook account (no desire).  In fact, she promised to keep basic cable if I didn't make her sign up for facebook.  I felt like that was an adequate compromise and allowed me to uphold my duties of keeping her relevant to normal society.

**One of THREE Holly-weddings in the 15 months.