This post marks Day 01 (24 hours late) of a 30-day initiative created by The Daily Post. These geniuses came up with Writing 101: Building A Blogging Habit. For our initiation piece, we were commanded to loosen up, and write for 20 minutes. To freely write without planned thought or reservation for 1200 seconds. Here’s what I came up with. And I only checked for spelling. Pinkie swear.
What do I write? This is a timed piece, 20 minutes to be precise.
Step one, poise fingers above keyboard. Step two, start typing. And step three, pray most fervently that something appears. I don’t think I have much to say though. Spontaneous writing isn’t the issue, it’s the timed element which feels like a noose around my neck. My mind is blank. I have Chopped on the tv screen and the chefs have been tasked with transforming Root Beer Schnapps , Squash Blossoms and Ostrich Steak. And some Lap Cheong which is Chinese sausage, I believe it’s a concoction of Pig’s Blood with Pork, deliciously fat and rich and flavourful.
Speaking of Lap Cheong, I do so love it. When I lived in Singapore (which was for well over a decade), one of my favourite weekend meals was a plate of Crab Meat Fried Rice which came with generous dollops of sliced Lap Cheong. And Black Pepper a-plenty. The stall which sold the fried rice was considered one of the top 10 Hawker Stalls on the island at the time.
I’m fast running out of ideas. I suppose I could talk more about Lap Cheong and how else you could cook it but that seems really retarded and I really don’t want to appear retarded.
I was supposed to make Chicken Ramen for dinner tonight but I didn’t have time to dash to the grocery store to purchase a bottle of Sake so I’m going to have to wing something to put on the table in about 1.5 hours. There’s always Kim Son but we try so hard to not eat food from outside because it simply isn’t very healthy. Furthermore, I just had a bowl of sliced ripe banana with Dutch Chocolate Ice Cream so no more indulgences for me for the day. Damn it. Incidentally I typed the word “damn” around seven times because apparently I can’t spell very well when writing under (timed) pressure. Grr face.
I am stumped yet again. Chopped is still on and the last two chefs standing are now facing it off in the dessert round. I love the concept behind Chopped although if I were standing there as a competitor, I’d probably pee in my pants. And that’s 20 minutes. Of course I had to end it on a pee note. Oy.