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Freewriting
Freewriting is a great way to get started on any paper.
Begin with the basic idea or concept of what you want to write about. If you don't have a basic idea, that's ok. An idea will come to you as you freewrite.
Now, set your timer for seven minutes. Some say ten minutes is best. It's up to you. I find that the shorter amount of time doesn't allow too many educated thoughts to invade the intuitive mindset you're about to enter. This excercise is not about what's right. It's about putting your educated mind aside, giving yourself up to the universe, and allowing your cosmic AT&T line to connect with the blank page or screen in front of you.
Start your timer and write without stopping for seven minutes. Whether you believe your writing is good or bad, don’t stop. If you run out of thoughts, stay positive. Write “yes” or “a new thought will come in a moment,” or “I can do this.” Repeat until a new thought comes. It will.
You must not stop. That is the goal. You are forcing your innate intelligence to override your educated intelligence. You are turning on your creative engine by allowing your intuitive mind to take over.
Freewriting is a great way to get started on any paper.
Begin with the basic idea or concept of what you want to write about. If you don't have a basic idea, that's ok. An idea will come to you as you freewrite.
Now, set your timer for seven minutes. Some say ten minutes is best. It's up to you. I find that the shorter amount of time doesn't allow too many educated thoughts to invade the intuitive mindset you're about to enter. This excercise is not about what's right. It's about putting your educated mind aside, giving yourself up to the universe, and allowing your cosmic AT&T line to connect with the blank page or screen in front of you.
Start your timer and write without stopping for seven minutes. Whether you believe your writing is good or bad, don’t stop. If you run out of thoughts, stay positive. Write “yes” or “a new thought will come in a moment,” or “I can do this.” Repeat until a new thought comes. It will.
You must not stop. That is the goal. You are forcing your innate intelligence to override your educated intelligence. You are turning on your creative engine by allowing your intuitive mind to take over.
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I loved when my grandma called out to me, "lunch is ready!" I would run upstairs or downstairs, depending on where I was in the house. The tantalizing aroma of melted cheese and butter wafted to my nose. I could almost taste the toasted goodness that would soon make contact with my toungue. As I quickly approached the kitchen I could hear the sizziling that only meant more goodness was right behind what I was about to consume. And there it was, sitting on a plate on the kitchen table, two yellow pieces of bread, sealed together with gooey cheddar cheese. I snatched up the sandwhich, which was crispy and greasey at the same time, without hesitation, and wolfed it down. How did she make such wonderful food, and make it look so easy? I have failed countless times to duplicate her art. Long live grandma's grilled cheese sandwhiches.
Chicken. Fettucine. Alfredo. With those three words, heaven is described. It's Italian food at it's best for me, and no other nation-centric food can compare. I can always feel my mouth water at the sight of those white, flat, long noodles, topped with a little leaflets of parsley. Ah, but they only exist to wrap around the slices of chicken breast, roasted brown, and seemingly keeping the chicken safe. I love the smell of the alfredo, cooked slowly to perfection, and I love hearing the sizzling of it--as if it just got off the stove and onto my plate. The taste is divine; the thick, milky alfredo, slurping the noodles into my mouth, and the softness of the chicken as I chew into it.
I am a lover of all foods, all foods. But more than anything else I am a carnivore, a devourer of flesh and death. To me, bliss can be found in anything from the traditional American burger to home cooked Asian cuisine. I was raised to enjoy all foods, to ask me to pick a favorite meal is to ask me which day of the week i like living the most. Lastly, if there was a restaurant that offered human meats, I'd try it..... Hell yea, I'd try it.
I absolutely loved dinner on my first day in VA. My grandma had made this dish called Grandma's. Grandma's is spaghetti and meat sauce she puts several secret ingredients in the making of it. She lets it simmer in the pot all day long. This dish is so scrumptious. If I could share it with everybody in here I would. The aroma of this meal would just hypnotize anybody who smells it.
My favorite meal would have to be the first time i ever ate steamed crabs. I remember thinking it was one of the grossest things I have ever seen but after hearing the shells crack, and devouring the savory morsels that is known as crab meat, it was one of the best; an still is meals to this day. The smell alone may not be the best thing in the world, but nothing is better than warm crab meat dipped in melted better. The best part is, the work involved in eating a crab means it is very hard to get full of eating them.
My favorite meal are tacos, with the lightly flavored ground beef with the shredded cheese and sour cream. Not to mention lettuce top with the spicy taco sauce, these are all the ingredients of a great taco. The way tacos taste is the main reason why I love them so much. Sometimes I think I'm mexican because I love tacos that much.
I am a meat and potatoes type of guy. Steak cooked medium well over a real grill with charcoal. The smoke coming from the grill smells so good, you what to try to eat the air. A hot baked potato that melts butter instantly covered up by sour cream and topped off with bacon bits. I’ll finish all this off with a tall cold frothy beer.
Anything from the grill! Cooked and served with a frosty beer for that extra flavor that no spice can duplicate. The smell of the grill lingers in the air hitting ever nose and appetite, starting the salvation process of ever mouth nearby. It’s all about the experience and not really about the food though, being out side in the elements near friends and family enjoying time together. There’s little toothless Johnny playing Frisbee barefooted in the hot sand to close to the water again just asking for the Frisbee to finish the job and take out remaining bottom teeth. Friends and family all getting together for the limited time they have just enjoying one another’s company and good food. An all American pass time.
I love to eat chitterlings and hog maws with collard greens and potato salad. That is so good but boy does it make your house stink. I never liked it as a child and couldn’t stand it as a child but that is so good. The chitterlings are very rubbery when you chew it.
I would have to say that my father makes my favorite meal. It would consist of crunchy, absolutely savory fried chicken. Corn on the cob That would be doused with melted butter and peppered to perfection. But the cornbread would take the cake. My father would not make the sweet cornbread that everyone else liked so much. His cornbread was savory as an earthy, whole grain, hearty, melted buttery perfection. I can not remember ever not indulging, even on the left overs, every time he got the urge to cook.
Pierogi's. They're so uncommon around here, in the south, so not too many people are familiar with them. My father, however, is from a very small town right outside of Pittsburg, PA so they are as common there as cheese fries are on an appetizers' menu here. Basically, a pierogi is a noodle-similar to a ravioli-stuffed and sealed with potatoes and cheese. There's a few different ways to serve pierogi's. Most of the time, restaurants serve them as ravioli; boiled in water and served with a rich marinara sauce. Sometimes, they can be sauteed in a mixture of fresh-cut, fried onions and butter. Other times, they can be deep fried and served with various dipping sauces.
I prefer to fry them in butter. It's really not the healthiest way to consume, but it's SO good! I use about a quarter of a stick of butter, and heat it up on a frying pan. Once the butter is bubbling, simply throw the pierogi's in the hot butter. Fry them on each side until they turn from a pale flimsy noodle, into a hard, crispy golden-brown shell. Drain on a paper towel and consume. Upon biting into the buttery shell, rich potatoes and cheddar cheese gush from inside, melting in your mouth!
If you haven't had them, you should really try them. You can get them in the frozen food section at Food Lion, but...they're just not quite as good as they are home-made. ::Get's really hungry now :) ::
My favorite meal is smothered chicken in brown gravy with mushrooms, mashed potatoes and a biscuit. When cooked correctly the tastes takes me back to my great aunts kitchen. where we would sit around the kitchen table waiting for the food to finish cooking. drinkig in the smells that came out of the kitchen like a glass of grape Kool-Aid on a hot summer day.
My favorite meal is lasagna. I love my mothers lasagna I never eat any body else’s. I will call my mom and she will come over with lasagna noodles and hamburger and I know what time it is then. My mouth watering some times I even drool, as I watch her moving about in the kitchen. My stomach touching my spine and growling, every now and then I tell it to shut up. My mom always says stop arguing with your stomach it knows good cookin. I can just taste the onions and ricotta cheese in my mouth um, um, something kind of good. The smell of it smells like I am eating with royalty. I here that hamburger sizzling in the pan and my mom adding her special ingredients I get so excited and I just can’t hide it so I start asking can I help mommy please, she just says girl go sit down some where I got this. I always try to get my lasagna to taste like my moms and grandmothers but I get close and there would always be something missing. When it gets done I go running and I never leave any for any body else. My family always says "why she coming she always get a whole plate full she so greedy". And I say "that right I’ll fight for this lasagna “even though I am lying I want fight but they don't know that HA HA. So after I get my plate my mom says "be careful your eyes are always bigger than your stomach" She is so right because I never finish it all. This one of my best meal memories.
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