Monday, February 23, 2009
Oscar Night Dinner
Every year we have people over for dinner on the night of the Academy Awards. We also collect ballots, and award a small plastic hippo to the person with the most correct votes. The small hippo is just an effigy of the slightly more substantial plastic hippo that stays at our house, adorned with the initials of each year's winner. Why a hippo? The reasons are receding into myth, but a hippo it is and ever shall be. This year we served barbecued pork butt, homemade onion rings, coleslaw, and potato salad. The first two dishes were made by my spouse, and were exemplary in their kinds. I made a carrot cake and decorated it as shown at the last minute, in a fit of inspiration. "Who drew that Thurber-esque hippo?" my mother asks; I did!