Saturday in CinCity

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Put on the Under Armour and layered up for a walk to the neighborhood movie house to see Crazy Heart. Having been a long time fan of music, Jeff Bridges, and alcoholics, I loved the movie. Told the HoneyHaired Grrrl to view it with an anthropological/sociological eye and an example of men not to date. Perfect gem of a movie though and Bad Blake very hard to resist.



Successfully passed my ACLS yesterday, so for any ResusciAnnies out there with complaints of dizziness, palpitations and a heart rate of 212, I'm here and ready for you. On second thought, maybe not. In my test, scenerio # 7, the patient does not survive so perhaps you should switch your symptoms over to scenerio #3. If you play your cards right, they at least make it to an admission to the Cardiac ICU.

Was hoping today to work on my CV/resume and letter of intent to tie up all the loose ends for an application packet to grad school--Public Health--but there'll still be some time this evening. Right now, going to put a pork loin in the oven and listen to a little Prairie Home Companion whilst(I LOVE that word!!)I make some Beer Cheese Dip for Hubby to take to work in the ER tomorrow.

Ingredients
•1-8 ounce package sharp cheddar cheese, shredded
•4 ounces cream cheese, softened
•1 garlic clove, minced
•1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
•1 teaspoon horseradish, grated
•1/2 teaspoon dry mustard
•1/4 teaspoon ground red pepper
•1/4 cup beer (darker as in Bass, Guinness or other stout)
•salt and pepper to taste
•Pretzels, crusty bread and/or crackers to serve

Directions
1.In a bowl, beat cheese together with an electric mixer until smooth.
2.Add garlic, Worcestershire sauce, horseradish, dry mustard and red pepper.
3.Beat well until thoroughly blended.
4.Gradually add beer until well blended.
5.Taste...and salt and pepper to your liking if needed.
6.Cover and chill for 1 hour before serving.
7.Serve with crusty bread, pretzels and/or crackers.


Can't speak for Hubby, and most folks around here seem to be rooting for Indianopolis, but not me. I like the Saints.



Could be the Catholic upbringing,
or my deep and abiding faith in the little guys of the world.

Wherever your cheers land, hope everyone is warm, cozy, and has electricity. It's truly a beautiful thing.

Comments

  1. AnonymousFebruary 6, 2010 at 3:39 PM

    Thank you...have a cozy and warm evening....smiles.

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  2. English RiderFebruary 6, 2010 at 3:57 PM

    A very tasty post from start to finish

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  3. RoseFebruary 6, 2010 at 4:08 PM

    I loved the movie too! Saw it on Wednesday. Isn't it interesting how unflattering he looked and yet still was sexy somehow? Except for the vomiting scenes, they were a little too vivid for me. Thanks for the recipe, may try that one.

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  4. The PliersFebruary 6, 2010 at 6:22 PM

    Ditto on the film. We share a trifecta of interests–music, Jeff Bridges, and alcoholics–and a deep appreciation of the wonder of electricity.

    Congrats on pulling together the grad school package. That is a great accomplishment. "Public Health," I like the sound of that.

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  5. Erin DavisFebruary 6, 2010 at 6:58 PM

    I really want to see Crazy Heart. Good luck on applying to grad school! And I'm rooting for the Saints for pretty much the same reason...

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  6. UnknownFebruary 6, 2010 at 10:30 PM

    Good on ya' Distracted - you're amazing. I'd just faint in an emergency. Nice to hear from you as usual ... and get a free recipe!

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  7. RudeeFebruary 7, 2010 at 7:31 AM

    I really admire your drive to go back to school. I wish you well.

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  8. Batteson.IndFebruary 8, 2010 at 2:09 AM

    I must admit, I'm intrigued by the beer cheese dip thingy.. it sounds.. very American :-)
    have an excellent week :-) stay warm!

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  9. debraFebruary 8, 2010 at 6:42 AM

    we got slammed by snow, too. which is why I prefer the accu-window forecast.

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  10. smartzFebruary 8, 2010 at 10:11 AM

    Thank you for posting the video. It was just what I needed this morning. Always enjoy your blog.

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