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Sunday, February 28, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Me and Guy: Best Friends (mild exaggeration)
Umm. YES. There was a bit of back and forth and I don't think I was actually confirmed to do the event for sure until Tuesday or Wednesday, which left me four days to prep for three appetizers Guy had developed using Ritz crackers, the sponsor of his live segment.
Oh, except there was rehearsal on Saturday. Now I had three days. Oh, and I was working on other projects until Friday at noon. Now I had 24 hours to be ready for rehearsal Saturday.
It still wasn't a problem. I had all day Friday, I could work late and I could be at the stadium early Saturday and cook until the 2 p.m. rehearsal.
HA. What I didn't factor in was:
- Security. It was tight. Everything that should have taken 30 minutes, took about an hour.
- Surprises. By now, I should know that there are always surprises and I shouldn't be surprised. But imagine my surprise when I thought I would have a refrigerator and a trailer to work in and found out I had only my little cooler and two tables to work on.
- The WIND. And it was VERY windy last weekend. You try laying out delicate little Ritz crackers to top off with cream cheese and whatnot in gusting winds. Buh bye Ritz. Ditto for the lemon zest we wanted to use as a garnish...
- Rejiggering recipes (more cheese, bigger meatballs, etc.)
- Redtape: That 2 p.m. rehearsal? Didn't really happen until 4.30 p.m. Such are the inner workings of network TV, I guess.
- More Recipes: Guy loves to feed a crowd and wanted to add two recipes to the list to feed Dan, Boomer, Shannon, Jim and Bill (Marino, Esiason, Sharpe, Brown and Cowher). Of course, that's a man (Guy) after my own heart: food is love, so no big deal. But more shopping and more prep.
- Stolen Knives. Please. Did someone really need to dig through tarp-covered, rope-wrapped stacks to nab my travel knife kit? I take some pleasure in knowing they think they got Guy's knives when they really just got little ole mine. Ha.
That long Saturday turned into a longer cooking session until midnight Saturday. A few hours sleep and I was back at the stadium--only this time, no one could come get me with a golf cart--security was even tighter on Sunday than on Saturday.
But Sunday (except for continued wind) went off without (almost any) hitches. Guy is a pro...realizing I'd forgotten to lay out crackers for him to top on camera (remember: wind), he didn't miss a beat, got the job done.
I'm happy to say I fed those announcers excellent, hot (and SAFE) food.
Guy was a real joy, his team real pros. They all made me look great.
Of course, I had to break out a Florida Table for Guy to sign, so when all was cleaned and packed away, I packed up his knife and the stack of caps CBS had given him to take back to his home team in California, I asked about it. He disappeared for a minute or two--huh? Longer than it should take to sign a magazine, right? Then came back and started a little speech about it being disrespectful to sign the magazine, because he would be covering the faces of chefs he didn't know...I'm sure my big smile started to falter a bit...until he broke out his knife, the box signed and presented it as a gift to me.
I swear to you, I got misty (remember, I was really tired, but still...I was touched)...and then, THEN? Then we took the photo. That's Guy, Me and Kleetus/Kevin. That's me with the goofiest, happy grin I have ever seen on myself.
But I still rocked it out and it was pretty much fun. Okay, no, it wasn't fun. I cried on Saturday as I left, I was THAT TIRED. But it was worth it.
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