And the Oscar Goes To...

Mark is having another party. I hate Mark's parties. It always involves inviting too many people, and me trying to figure out where to store the mountains of clutter that pervades our home. I am the designated maid when it comes to these things. Anyway, the party theme this time is the Oscars. For weeks Mark has been dreaming up snacks and dishes that relate to the nine Best Picture Nominees. He's doing some kind of humus dish for the two that involve Iraq and Iran. For The Life of Pi our friend from India is bringing over one of his spicy, curried, gut burning dishes. Mark has the menu all figured out except for Lincoln. For days he's been wracking his brain trying to figure that one out. Yesterday Mark came running into my office, all excited, and announced,
"I have it. I have the menu entry for Lincoln!"
I'm going to tell you what it is, and it is quite clever, but I'm not giving out the recipe. Not until after his party. What Mark has dreamt up for the movie Lincoln is 'Bloody Mary Todd Lincoln Shots'. It's brilliant, and don't try to steal his idea without crediting him. I've copyrighted it for him. So come this Sunday we'll be washing down that throat burning, gut wrenching Indian food, with Bloody Mary Todd Lincoln shots. My only problem with the whole thing is that the next morning I'm afraid my head is going to hurt really bad.