Just Good Friday to go, then a big, fat ham on Easter Sunday and I'm done for Lent '10.
022. (Re)watch each of AFI's Top 100 Movies - (008/100)
#93, The French Connection (1971), has been in my Netflix queue for aaaages. It's one that I've simultaneously been itching to see, yet never quite clawed its way up to position #1. What the hell was I waiting for? Things that are great about this movie: everything. Seriously. Gene Hackman as Popeye Doyle? Great. The plot? Great. The pace, the photography, the mood? Great, great, great. The car-train chase? Great.
As promised, I whipped up Alton's Welsh rarebit recipe for supper. It was, actually, phenomenally easy and the only ingredients I didn't already have on hand were stout, cream, and cheese. As an added bonus I'm pretty sure I can now take a stab at emulating the Toad's Drunken Cheddar soup. The base is almost identical, but I'd probably sub pale ale for the stout and maybe find a sharper cheddar. I'll try it next week as I have to bring some food to work (ah, corporate life, how you fatten me...).
Anyway, where was I before I started daydreaming about the Drunken Cheddar? Oh, right... the rarebit! It was über-tasty over toasted caraway rye bread. And, incidentally, just as tasty on the pinkie finger I dipped in the pan... and as a fondue-like snack later, when I dunked chunks of bread into the leftovers straight from the fridge.
039. Try 25 new beers - (05/25)
I'm actually quite surprised that I'm getting ahead on new beer, rather than wine, considering I rarely ever drink the former and quite regularly indulge in the latter. I needed porter for the rarebit, though, so I bought a 6-pack of Great Lakes' Edmund Fitzgerald. I'm generally not a huge fan of porters because there seems to be a trend of dumping a ton of sweet flavors into them, like chocolate or raspberry. I have to say, though... I can definitely get on board with this one for a break from the lighter beers I normally choose. It has a very distinct smoky aftertaste and, even though I'm desperate for spring, all of a sudden I long for mountain cabins and wood fires and flannel sheets and woolly socks.
044. Take a picture a day for 365 days - (008/365)
The rarebit takes the honors today. And, in case you're wondering, no I'm probably not going to stop using my crappy iPhone camera. It's far more convenient than my digital camera not only because it's at hand, but also because I can e-mail the photos to my laptop instead of having to transfer them. So pardon the quality, but it's probably not going to improve if only because the photos are for documentation, not for aesthetics.
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I wanted to get out of bed bright (or, rather, dark...) and early this morning and kick off my newest goal, 047. Complete all Couch-to-5k workouts within 2 months; however, this didn't really pan out as I was unable to get a good night's sleep thanks to the boatload of crazy that was sailing around last night. I awoke at 2am to what sounded like someone attempting to break down the front door, startling me right out of bed and towards the deadbolt on my apartment door. A guy from one of the other apartments finally meandered downstairs to find out WTF, as this person was pounding away for an incessant 10 minutes. I, of course, was far too chicken to even poke my groggy little head out my apartment door so I didn't find out what happened, but I think it must have been a friend of someone who lives on the first floor because there was a girl asleep in the front hallway when I left for work this morning. Then, after finally falling back to sleep, I was once again jolted awake around 3:30 or 4 by two people shouting under my window (which, as you may be aware, I have to keep open even when it's freezing outside because of the non-stop heat pumped into my apartment). Needless to say, a 5:30am wake up was not in the cards, but I'm hoping to rise and shine at a reasonable hour tomorrow and make a go of it, barring any more noisy wack-a-doodles waking me up every 2 hours tonight... Now cut yer hair and get off my lawn, you whippersnappers! *shaking fist*.
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