So Sunday night was Oscar night. The time of year when half of L.A. traffic slows down even more and the likelihood that you'll see Benedict Cumberbatch at a coffee shop shoots up from .01% to 3%. It's a time where the Kodak Theatre sets up fake walls and rolls out a red carpet so that you, America's audience at home, don't realize that celebrities have to walk up the stairs past a Nine West and Sanrio store to get inside (that's true guys, the theater is smack dab in the middle of a glorified mall).
But here in this apartment, a mere 4.2 miles away from the insanity, was a group Texas transplants gathered to watch that night's festivities. We were all aware that back home, it was the Houston Rodeo Kickoff and that Oscar night shared the day with Texas Independence Day. It was all made adorably obvious by pictures of everyone's precious children off to school in Western wear.
For all you non-Texans, the rodeo is a time where the usually modern city of Houston deems it totally acceptable to wear a lot of denim and cowboy boots. It is a time when you get stuck in unusually terrible morning rush hour and peer in the rear view mirror to see the bane of your commute, a group of trail riders signifying the beginning of the rodeo.
We Texans our fiercely proud of our state and I believe it gets even stronger once you move away. Not one of my friend's homes here lacks a little tribute to our home state. So I decided to embrace the two cities traditions. We would eat and drink as Texans while we watched Hollywood's biggest night.
This was the spread...
A big piping hot pot of spicy chili (secret ingredient is strong brewed coffee), all the fixins for said chili, jalapeño cheddar cornbread muffins, a cheese plate with chili lime gouda, a tray of hand painted and iced cookies that were reminiscent of home and ice cold Shiner beer in the fridge. Brian thought it was his birthday.
Add fresh chopped jalapeño and shredded cheddar to your cornbread for extra yumminess! Let's talk about how cute they look on a bandana.
Surrounding Pancho, my miniature piñata, is the heart beat of Texas, limes, sour cream, avocado, cheese, and green onions.
This star was the first thing I hung up in our place, even before the boxes were unpacked.
When the much loved Texan, Matthew McConaughey won his award, the living room exploded in cheers. It caused one of our friends to explode out of his seat and yell "you get a Texas, and you get a Texas, and you get a Texas!" while he passed out a Texas shaped cookie to everyone.
It was a glorious night filled with much laughter and the food was so much better than the usual award watching fare. It reminded us that home can be anywhere as long as you have your friends.