Most of us attending were familiar with The Coen Brother's irreverent cult flick The Big Lebowski. Jane is such a fan that Linda had gifted her with a mug bearing the image of Jeff Bridges as The Dude. We agreed in advance that a Lebowski Fest should feature foodstuffs that reflected the flick. Classic bowling alley grub was indeed the featured fare, including mine and Keith's Rotel Dip and some takeout Pizza Hut. Ronnie made some of he and Jeff's killer pigs-in-the-blankets, Linda some delicious Fritos pie and Jo made neon-blue but tasty bowling-ball cupcakes. Yes, it was all decidedly non-healthy, but watching The Big Lebowski doesn't exactly lend itself to fancy crudite. And then there was Jane's contribution....
Jane had asked for an idea of what to contribute. As the rest of our offerings were set, I suggested a food item with a possible German twist, in reference to the German nihilists in the movie. She eventually decided that she was preparing creme brulee for the Fest.
(sounds of tires screeching)
Creme Brulee? You can almost see John Goodman's character Walter fly into a rage over the very idea of this delicate French dessert being served along with the cholesterol-challenging chow we were serving. Jo and I were momentarily aghast at the idea and then were
...and our brief purist outrage evaporated. We put out all the food in Jane's kitchen and made our way downstairs to watch the Main Event. Armed with Linda's wicked White Russians and some Sarsaparillas a la
Jane probably laughed the hardest of all of us throughout the film and that was the point of the evening, after all. Turns out Jane, like the Dude, abides.