Easiest Buffalo Chicken Dip; Last Minute Recipe

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My schedule can be crazy. I travel a lot for work and so sometimes I need to fit a month’s worth of life into two or three weeks. An old neighbor of mine graduated high school last week and they had a graduation party. I didn’t know if I would be able to attend, so I only planned on going loosely. Of course, my mother taught me never to arrive anywhere empty handed, so I figured if I did go I would bring a bottle of wine. I have a wine rack and usually keep a small sample of good and cheap wines. When my family called on Sunday morning to tell me they would be going, I agreed to meet them there. I looked at my wine collection and to my horror, realized I only had the $2.99 Walmart specials left and a bottle I had received at my wedding. I hadn’t been food shopping in a while and we were on our last leg of “real” food in the house. I didn’t have time to go to the store. Super.

I looked through my cabinets and didn’t even have brownie mix. I had to get creative. I rummaged through my freezer and pantry and came up with an idea. Buffalo chicken dip! I happily took down a bag of tortilla chips, but then realized that they had expired in May. The only other thing I had was a bag of pre-sliced everything bagels that had a sell by date of the week prior. After careful inspection, they were not stale and had no mold, so I was good to go.

I cut up the bagels into quarters and peeled the pieces apart so it was actually eighths. I used 5 of the 6 in case my husband needed breakfast on Monday and so I had about forty pieces. I melted enough butter to cover the bottom of a frying pan and fried the pieces with a heavy pot on top to make them more flat. While doing this, I took 2 breasts of chicken I had in the freezer (I like to have single frozen breasts in the freezer for these types of emergencies!) and boiled them. Of course, they weren’t cooking fast enough so I cut them into large chunks and finished boiling them. After the bagels were fried and flat and the chicken was boiled, I put the bagels on a cookie sheet and baked at 300* while I made the dip.

I drained the water from the chicken and stuck it in my standing mixer and put it on low. While the steaming hot chicken was being batted around in my mixer, I added a couple of small tabs of butter. I had a block of cream cheese in the fridge and stuck that in the mixer as well. I added about half of a small bottle of Frank’s Red Hot into the mix and drizzled honey in. Of course, I did this all to taste. I didn’t even have a serving plate to bring with me so I used some stoneware I had and made it “look pretty”. No wine, but I had chicken! It came out awesome and I got a lot of compliments. I even had some dip left over to enjoy by myself the next night.

Here is my recipe:

(Oh Shit) Buffalo Chicken Dip

Serves 10-14

Ingredients:

  •  2-3 boneless skinless chicken breasts (use 2 for creamier dip, 3 for a thicker dip)
  • 1 block of cream cheese
  • 1 cup or half a bottle of Frank’s Red Hot Sauce or equivalent
  • 6 tbs butter, divided (4 for frying and 2 for the dip)
  • 2 tbs honey
  • 6 bagels
  1. Preheat oven to 300* and add water to 2 qt pot and bring to boil. Add chicken.
  2. While chicken is boiling, cut bagels in half and then into quarters. Add 1 tbs at a time and fry the bagels “face down” in the butter. Add a heavy pot on top of bagels to flatten them out. After each batch, add another tab of butter for frying. Transfer to cookie sheet.
  3. After chicken is fully cooked, transfer to standing mixer (otherwise shred and mix by hand). Make sure to use the mixer while the chicken is hot or it won’t shred well. Mix on low.
  4. While chicken is shredding in the mixer, cook bagels in oven until crisp (usually 15-20 mins).
  5. Add remaining 2 tbs of butter to chicken while it is in mixer, then add hot sauce, cream cheese, and honey. Mix until uniform in color and consistency.
  6. Serve bagel chips with dip.

And! Here are my pictures:

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You’re Such a Girl!

It is no secret I like “masculine” and “manly” things. I drive a Harley. I am a firefighter. I compete in Lumberjack sports. I ride an ATV, own a gun, and was on the Archery team in college. I have a science degree. I do these things because they are fun and I enjoy them. I applaud other women who do the same. On that same note, if you’re a girl who is trying to impress guys by out-drinking them (they are likely to win every time-it is biology), watching sports you secretly hate (Oh yes, Tom Brady is sooo amazing at being a running back. or a quarterback. or a lineback. He is a back-something right??), or saying stuff like “I can drive a 4-wheeler right through the mud” (no, shit, if you went around a mud puddle, I would backhand you), PLEASE STOP. Seriously, why must we fawn over men like that just to get them to like us. If they don’t like you for you, fuck ’em (not literally, please) because sooner or later the truth is going to come out and really, who likes living a sham for THAT long?

Anyways, I do things and have interest in things that are typically male dominated. I always have. Why? Because I like them. I drive my motorcycle because there is nothing better than feeling the rumble of the motor and the freedom of the road and smelling all the different smells you’re denied driving a car. I am a firefighter because not only do I get to help people, I get to “play” with fire and bust shit up. Lumberjack sports = additional proof God loves us and wants us to be happy-it is just so freaking fun! ATV, guns, and bows and arrows? I like doing stuff outside and have a good eye. Lastly, my science degree? Instead of asking for the latest Tamagotchi, I wanted science kits. I mean-science is just absolutely fascinating. And you can blow shit up in the lab. That’s pretty cool too. I do have a lot of feminine interests (dressing up, diamonds, dance, flowers, art), but that doesn’t define me either.

However, nothing drives me more crazy than people either dismissing me or being amazed at the fact that I have a vagina. My husband is a firefighter as well and when we are out together and it comes up, people automatically start talking to him about being a firefighter and will even turn their backs to me. Oh, no, I don’t know what “knocking down the fire” means or what a Halligan is. My husband usually has to say “She is a firefighter too” and they turn and look at me and usually exclaim “wow!”. Men have even tried to help me down off the fire truck after relaying the hose on top. I am flattered but please, you know you wouldn’t help a lady into her desk chair in the office so stop playing those games. I’ve noticed the men that dismiss my being a firefighter most are men who are closer in age to me and newer at the firefighting scene… Sorry to make you feel inferior, bub, it isn’t my fault I’ve seen more fire than you.

Most recently, we met an acquaintance to drive up to bike week together and this guy didn’t know ahead of time I would be riding my own bike. He couldn’t stop talking about it. When we finally got there, he couldn’t stop talking about the fact that I not only had my own bike, but I could ride my own bike. Well, I would hope so seeing I drive it on public roads and that would just be a complete public hazard.

I think the saddest thing for me has been when I gave tours to a few different girl scout troops. I have given talks and tours to the girl scouts in my town for the last few years because they think it is a good thing for the girls to see a woman doing that type of profession, and I absolutely agree. The part that crushes me is when I ask how many girls would like to be a firefighter some day. I usually get crickets. My heart breaks every time. Why don’t they want to be a firefighter??

I’m not talking about gender roles and that girls should be playing with trucks and boys with barbies… I just want little girls to feel like they can do whatever they want. I don’t want anyone to feel like they aren’t allowed to do something because of the parts they were born with. I grew up with parents who supported me through every crazy dream and idea I have ever had and helped give me the confidence to do whatever I wanted to if I put my mind to it. I don’t care if you think it is good, bad, or ugly that I have an interest that strays from the typical. I am not trying to get attention for doing these things, I just do what I want and I don’t give a rich shit if you like it or not.

What I think I am getting at is that I just want to be treated like a normal human being. Not a guy, not as a girl, but as a person. I don’t want the fact that I could potentially save your ass or the fact that I can put a motorized two wheeled contraption in drive and make it go be any more or less awesome because I don’t have a penis. So please, when you hear about a girl being able to do things that aren’t “girly”, don’t make a fuss about it unless you would make a fuss about it if they were a boy (I’m talking about if they just went off a jump and did 6 backflips on their dirtbike, not just the fact they ride one). Most importantly, don’t assume anything just because the person is a female.

I just do what I want and I do what makes me happy. Leave me be.

 

I saw this posted on Facebook and it got me thinking. I need feminism so I can do what I want and not have to hear what you think about it just because I am a chick. A very interesting project, and I loved it.

Loving life,

-C

 

My body is amazing.

Food for thought. The impact of a stranger’s word; love you for you. Love this.

Villainy Loveless

Today at work I was told by a stranger that I was big and broad like a football player. The man then proceeded to puff up his chest and spread his arms wide laughing. Just in case I didn’t understand what he meant I guess, how very kind of him to offer visual clarification. Perhaps it was the shocked look on my face and inability to find words that gave him the impression I may have needed further exposition. That silence didn’t last long mind you, and as the clouds of disbelief in what this stranger had just said quickly dissipated, they gave way to a retort along the lines of, “you’d better shut your mouth now and leave before I toss you out like an actual football player.” However quick my response was though, that was still how my day started, mildly horrified that this man had felt the…

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Walking Tour of the City

Hamburg is absolutely beautiful-let me just put that out there right away. Absolutely beautiful. There is water everywhere-canals, rivers, lakes-and everything is green. The city is massive but it is still very quiet and very green. It is an absolute perfect balance.

Right next to where I am staying is the Planten un Blomen. It is a park chuck full of greenery and water features and places to sit. This is another reason I love this city-you can sit down! There are benches and chairs and steps to plant yourself almost anywhere you look! So if I get tired of trekking around the city, I want to eat my lunch in peace, or I want to people watch, I can do so virtually anywhere.

I walked through the park on my way to explore St. Pauli when I found myself in the middle of some sort of festival. Because I can’t read German very well, I have no idea what the signs said but I figure it was for children. The kids were all with their parents and very well behaved. Also, the parents were very hands on with their children. There were a lot of activities and the parents were all participating. The kids got their faces painted, there were at least 3 areas of stage entertainment, and they even had these areas roped off for kids to ride mini old-fashioned penny-farthing bikes and another for little scooter things. The kids just ride around aimlessly and don’t crash and aren’t mean to the other kids. Wow.

I walked a bit more and came to a beautiful water feature. There seemed to be a crane in the water and it was so close (like within 5 feet) to people, I thought surely it was one of those fake ones to scare other birds away. Then I saw some of the feathers blow in the breeze and thought “Damn, that is a really good replica”… then it moved. Holy cow! What a pretty bird!

The garden is just massive and it took me a while to find my way out. Once I did, I walked and walked and walked and found myself on the Reeperbahn. It is hard to explain this street. It is in the St. Pauli part of Hamburg and has all sorts of souvenir shops, restaurants and bars, and entertainment. It also has dildos in the windows and naked ladies advertised every five feet. And bikers. Lots of bikers. Harleys actually. It was kind of funny to see a group of bikers with American bikes all dressed up and being bad ass… I wanted to be like “Dude! I have the same one!” but they had their little scowls on so I kept walking. They also had some sort of outdoor flea market thing. I will share my spoils here later. I liked that part the best. Cheap stuff! It was funny, too, because the Reeperbahn is known for being the red light district of the area, yet there were families there like it was nothing.

After the Reeperbahn, I kept walking and I wanted to see the harbor. I found it and walked along the water by the Fishmarkt. I came across a Russian Uboat in the water that had been turned museum. For 9 euro, I went inside it. Holy terrifying!!! Between the absolute tight quarters, the old freaky smells, and the german guide with the couple ahead of me yelling in German, I was all set with the place. It was so crazy! It says it would have 84 men on the boat… I couldn’t see 10 people fitting in that thing! I had my pocket book and a small bag on my shoulder and could hardly fit through the spaces. It was definitely not built to accommodate large people (obviously). I was done after the first 5 feet but made my way to finish the tour (it is self guided unless you ask for someone I think?). However, the couple in front of me were extremely interested in God knows what so I waited patiently for them to go, pretending to be super interested in the gadgets and such (all labelled in Russian so, no, I was not interested) until they finally left. I couldn’t go around them, there was literally no room.

So I made it back up to the light of day and continued walking along the harbor. I absolutely 100% love the ocean and I was so happy down there. Of course it is technically a river, but I was all about it. The breeze here is so nice. I wouldn’t call this a windy city because it is not windy. However, there is definitely air movement and it is breezy and cool. Everyone back home has been complaining of the recent heat wave and here I am with a light jacket and jeans just loving life.

You can eat outside at almost any restaurant here. The cool thing is that most places have blankets for you for when it gets cool. I ate out with a nice polar fleece over my legs a few nights ago. Last night, I ate beside the lake. It is a huge restaurant with tons of outdoor seating so I sat outside and ate. The food was ok-I had some steak and salad-something I had been craving since I got here. After a quick stop at Starbucks (literally one on every block or more!) to get some coffee to warm my hands, I was on my way home to the hotel.

I was gone for almost 6 hours and pooped! So, goodnight, Hamburg, till tomorrow!

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People playing with their kids
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My little friend
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Fishmarket area
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Russian Uboat
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Inside: the most spacious area of the boat, where they have torpedoes!
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Docks and such
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Huge boat, some harbor
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Tall ship
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More harbor
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Hafen
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Bunker from WWII… It definitely looks like an outdoor eating area on top to the right…
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Some waterfalls out in the garden
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Old meets new… quite abruptly!
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Real American Food! No way?