It seems that I’m just caught up in a net of canapés these days! At the beginning of the month I helped Johanna to cater a canapé party for 30. Then, of course, there is our fabulous Menu for Hope prize – a canapé party expertly catered for you by me and Johanna for the price of a $10 ticket plus ingredients. (Fyi – no takers for this one yet – so if you bid, your chances of winning are fantastic! And have you noticed that we are only a few hundred $$ short of last year’s total – with 7 days still to go? Fantastic!)
And then there’s the lovely Stephanie‘s Blog Party – a monthly event that I have a knack for missing :o) where participants bring along cocktail party food according to the month’s theme. This month Stephanie has been VERY persuasive (either that or she guilted me into it!) and here I am, showing up for the party and ringing her doorbell with drinks and snacks in hand. The theme this month was Hollywood – think glamour, think glitz, think immaculately dressed men holding open limo doors for beautifully groomed ladies to step onto the red carpet in their ballgowns… [sound of music ending abrputly and needle being scratched off record]
People, it’s the Noughties – none of that stuff happens any more! You have size 00 wannabe starlets trading insults with other size 00 wannabe starlets; tattoed maneaters adopting third world babies; wardrobe malfunctions on a weekly basis; and strange composite hermaphrodite stars like Bennifer and Tomkat. What next?! So I took it upon myself to inject a teensy bit of realism into the Hollywood theme this month. So without further ado, may I present to you… Britney
These delectable morsels have a lot in common with their namesake – some tender breast meat, peeking out from under gossamer-thin, barely-there pancetta, with only a sage leaf in there somewhere to cover their modesty. (See what I mean?!) And by the end of the evening, these little spears also tend to stand a little unsteadily on their feet, refusing to line up nice and straight for a photo! Oh, yes, and to top it all off, they have a bit of dough. K-Fed is weeping into his Colt 45 beer as we speak, I’m sure.
So… what we see here is one of the canapés that Johanna and I served at a party earlier this month: bites of chicken wrapped, together with a sage leaf, in pancetta and grilled, before being
skewered speared together with a crouton of ciabatta. Served together with a red pepper dip, it’s filling, it’s delicious – and very New Hollywood
I racked my brains for a suitable cocktail – it had to be trashy, yet girly. What could I picture in a secret stash in the back of the Spears/Hilton/Richie limo? And then it came to me. The drink that they’d all be too embarrased to order, but secretly adore. It’s something I was blissfully unfamiliar with until about a month ago, when I went to visit a certain American friend of mine (who shall remain nameless to protect her foodie credentials…!). As a post-modern, ironic joke (well I sincerely hope so!!), she poured me a glass of Alizé. This is a blend of (wait for it) cognac ans various fruit juices (passion fruit, in my case). Points in its favour as a New Hollywood drink:
- it’s pink, like any self-respecting girly cocktail
- it tastes like fruit juice
- it has a kick like a rabid mule wearing spiky horseshoes
- one glass contains Nicole Richie’s entire calorie allocation until about September 2009
And if you want to bling it up and add MORE alcohol (because, you know, like, 16% sometimes just ain’t enough), why not add a splash of Louis Roederer Cristal
Soon you won’t even notice that my little chicken canapé‘s aren’t standing up quite straight!!
Thanks Stephanie for hosting and I can’t wait to see the roundup