While Billy Crystal proved he is still relevant (or, at the very least, a far superior Oscar host to last year’s Franco-Hathaway fiasco) and Angela Jolie strutted her ubiquitous right leg, I gathered with friends for a night of Oscar related bantering, ballot casting (more on that later), and eating.
It should come as no surprise, particularly given my recent Hunger Games inspired food post, that I attended an Oscar party with Oscar-themed food. I can’t help it. I’m just that geeky. This time, however, I can take no credit. Rather, the hostess with the most-est, the genius behind the food, and the chef extraordinaire was my good friend, Wailin. Drumroll please:
War Hors D’Oeuvres (War Horse)
Extremely Loud, Incredible Toast (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)
Hawaiian Island Cakes (The Descendants)
Black and White Cheesecake Bars (The Artist)
Southern Deviled Eggs (The Help)
Midnight in Pears and Prosciutto (Midnight in Paris)
MoneyBalls (Money Ball)
HUGo Plat du Fromage (Hugo)
The Trees of Life (The Tree of Life)
All the food was not only incredibly clever, but also incredibly delicious. Our in-house food critic of the evening particularly loved the MoneyBalls (don’t judge because he’s only two – last year he won the Oscar pool). The hubby couldn’t stop eating the sausage and cheddar cheese war hors d’oeuvres, and the Hawaiian island cakes made me wish we were back in Kauai on our Honeymoon.
Of course, I did not arrive empty handed. After running into the delightfully charming Michael Frontier, co-owner of Terry’s Toffee, at the Andersonville Galleria earlier that day, I came armed with not only an assortment of Terry’s sublimely delectable toffees but also with the exact assortment found in the gift bags that very night at the Academy Awards. I love that a Chicago company is representing at the Oscars. And I love that it gave me the perfect excuse to indulge in the toffee.
The only disappointment of the night was that I lost (okay, came in dead last) the Oscar pool. I desperately wanted the grand prize – a signed copy of Alec Nevala-Lee’s new, you-cannot-even-get-it-yet novel, the Icon Thief. Sigh. I bet the two year old won it. Guess I’ll just have to wait until it is officially released on March 6.
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