So back in 2019 (one week ago) I was invited to a New Year’s Eve party at the home of some of Mr. Sauce’s dear college friends.
Me, being me, I always have to bring something to a party–and if it’s a dish from my collection of cookbooks, that’s even better.
But what to choose? What screams party?
Cheese. Cheese ball. Why stop there? Why not go with a cheese spread that is a CHEESE MOLD?
This little gem of a cookbook was given to my by my old high school chum, Jackie.
Each main recipe is a signature dish from a variety of restaurants across the country. A sample:
I decided to do a quick search and see how many of them still exist.
There are a few that are still in operation:
Back to the cheese. I blended together butter and cheeses and stuffed it into a 3 cup mold for chilling before we go to the party.
So we get to the house. Our hostess opens the door and she is wearing stiletto heels and a beaded cocktail dress. The other women at the party are wearing metallic party dresses and jumpsuits. Hair and make-up on point.
I turn to Mr. Sauce and say, “what the hell?”
“Oh yeah, on the invite the dress code was “Fancy As Fuck.”
FANCY. AS. FUCK.
And there I am, with cheese mold in tow, dressed in head-to-toe Talbots, wearing sensible winter shoes, and minimal make-up.
I’m not wearing glitter. I am not awash in sequins.
To make things even more awkward for me, I am older than the other attendees. How much older? Let’s just say that in high school I could’ve baby sat every single person in the room.
So there I am–weird, out of place, middle aged, casual lady trying to force cheese out of a lightly oiled, copper Jell-O mold; whilst everyone else is so festive and sparkly and gussied up.
Well, the cheese finally unglued itself from the mold.
I thought it was good. Very, very Sherried.
However, no one else ate it.
It made me sad.
But the party did feature tiny hats, and I do love a tiny hat. So I took one home with me.
Look where it ended up.
Best wishes for a happy and healthy 2020 from everyone at DiS1972 HQ.
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Fancy-As-Fuck! I am dying laughing. But I'm also crying that they didn't try the cheese. Sounds delicious to me. That cat looks adorable with the tiny hat.
I love trying to dress up Margot.
Margot! What a cute name!
Damn those infantile cretins! I think your cheese mold was delightful as anything from Benson & Hedges should be. My mother always said, "When in doubt, dress up!". But she & her friends wore heels to the Piggly Wiggly so what the hell did her generation know? Happy New Year!!!
I am someone who will not go to the market without makeup. My game was off, man.
I would have gladly helped you polish off the cheese mold of molded cheese -- I absolutely LOVE a good cheese ball/spread/construction, especially if it contains blue cheese! Plus I could have outdone you on sensible shoes because I'm old enough to have been YOUR baby sitter (hell, I'm probably old enough to be your mom too, or at least an auntie). :)
Happy 2020!
TBH, I don't know the last time I wore honest to god heels.
And Margot looks quite fetching in her striped chapeau!
Oh shit. Babies in sequins and you were wearing sensible shoes? Fancy as Fuck is something one should mention. Mr Sauce has some making up to do. Happy New Year, Hon.
I really had no fucks to give about the dress code. But the uneaten cheese got to me.
That's their loss if no one ate the sherried cheese mold.
What other kinds of food were served?
There were sandwich platters and nuggets from Chick Fil A.
I can't compete with Chick Fil A.
Hate chicken platters? What kind of monsters were you partying with? Don’t get me wrong, those homophobia aholes make delicious chicken, but eww And they didn’t eat the cheese? Monsters.
"Hate chicken platters" LOL
If for no other reason, I don't go to Chick-Fil-A is because of waffle fries. Those aren't fries!