Tuna TarTar on thin rice crisps
Mini Cuban sandwiches
Crab salad in cocktail tomatoes
Goat cheese roasted red pepper tartlets
Grilled pear on mini waffles with chevre
Pulled pork on waffles with granny smith apple
Something with a mixture of spinach, pine nuts, and golden raisins
Polenta squares with wild mushroom
Sticky coconut rice balls, perhaps with a few hidden cubes of a mango tucked inside
Parmesan tulips
Crustless spinach souffles
Oyster shots with mignonette sauce
A shitpile of pigs-in-a-blanket
If I were throwing an Oscar’s party, this would be my over-ambitious menu. No rhyme. No reason. I know I could go the upscale consession stand route, updating popcorn to be truffled, to make lamb sausages rolled in puff pastry with a tsaziki dipping sauce. I could even make adult slushies with rum. I love Oscar parties more than any other party, even more than Christmas parties. And yet, I’ve never actually been invited to one or known anyone else to throw one. People in magazines seem to have them. Entertainment web sites seem to photograph decor for them. Recipe sites offer up menu ideas, only they name certain dishes after the nominees. There will be a Frost/Nixon cocktail for sure. Some New Orleans "Benjamin Button" appetizer that might just include crayfish AND a praline. There will be kobe beef slumdogs with dijon mustard. And I will be jealous of these people with their raised pinkies and mini pot-pies. But I will, as always, enjoy the dead people montage with the best of ’em.
2 YEARS AGO: The Four Questions
3 YEARS AGO: Resentment
4 YEARS AGO: Judgement
