As you may or may not know, this past weekend was Hollywood's annual Super Bowl otherwise known as the Academy Awards. (Your interest level probably somewhat depended on whether you saw and, of course fell in love with the impossibly charming film The Artist.)
Personally I have always had a love/hate relationship with the Oscars. As a film publicist in my LA days, these awards always had the most notoriously formal and stress-inducing press line of the season. Negotiating your way down that particular red carpet with your clients always required a mix of extreme patience combined with brutish American football skills in order to make it through the endless throngs of press with a passable level of grace.
In recent years, I've enjoyed a rather more laid back approach to the evening with annual viewing parties hosted by friends who absolutely live for any opportunity to throw a festive bash complete with the requisite champagne cocktails, chic little canapes and mouth-watering desserts.
Sadly, since moving to London this beloved annual festivity has drastically fallen by the wayside as the near midnight start of the live LA broadcast makes for
a sleep deprivation nightmare considerably less than ideal party conditions on a Sunday night. So this year instead of wallowing on the parties of yesteryear, I treated myself to a batch of some supremely gooey, fudgey, salty, über chocolatey brownies.
This may not be Vanity Fair at the Sunset Tower Hotel, but I can guarantee you these brownies are totally Oscar worthy at any party.