"Beginnings with Food"
Exercise #103 : "Beginnings with Food"
To repeat what was written in a previous exercise: "In my experience, good beginnings - whether of a short story, novel, essay, or memoir - intrigue or charm the reader with the first 3 sentences, no later. The best beginnings suggest that something is off-balance - peculiar, not quite right - ergo, something interesting is going to happen." Today the focus is on food - anything to do with food, perhaps shopping for it, cooking it, eating it, sharing it (or not), saving it, hoarding it, etc..."
Today's exercise is this: In five minutes, write as many beginnings as you can that have to do with food. Write one, two, eleven, whatever you can do. Again, by a "beginning" I mean anything from a sentence fragment to three full sentences, but no more than that per beginning.
- Jean shuffled through the pantry and quickly realized that she had absolutely nothing that would compliment the savory taste of her latest victim.
- Bill hated dumplings.
- Allyson looked disparagingly at the lumpy gravy sitting before her. She doubted that even Rachel Ray could come into her home and make the food she prepared into something edible. Apparently, the evening was destined for failure.
- Indian food always gives me gas.
In other news, Christmas is THIS WEEK!!!!!! I love this time of year. Truly. I could do without all of the materialistic drivel that goes on, but there's just this feeling in the air... I don't really know how to describe it. This feeling is also highlighted by the fact that I absolutely adore giving gifts to those I love. For example, one of my roommates left for his home in Wisconsin today, so we had "Roommate Christmas" last night, and I couldn't sit still I was so excited. 2 of my 3 roommates and I had banded together to get the 3rd a record player, and I just couldn't hold it in any longer. The look of surprise on her face when she unwrapped the gift was priceless. It's those moments that I wouldn't trade in for the world.
I still have a bit of shopping to do in the next couple of days, but I'm ready for the most part.
We're actually going to do Christmas a little differently at my household. You see, every other year we've opened one present on Christmas Eve and then the rest on Christmas Day sometime in the afternoon (It used to be much earlier when we were kids, but we have since begun the value of a few extra hours of sleep in the morning.). This year, however, we're opening all of the presents on Christmas Eve. I've invited 2 of my friends to have Christmas breakfast (which will be eaten in the late afternoon) with us, and opening presents in front of us would be... awkward. 1 of the friends is a classmate of mine: Michael. He also works with me at my church job on Wednesdays and Sundays. Oh, you know what? He's not a classmate anymore! He graduated from Belmont this past Friday! Congrats, Michael! The 2nd friend isn't so much my friend as he is my boyfriend. :) Yes, folks, I have a boyfriend! And I just realized that the previous sentence came out badly. I mean, he is my friend (Micah's his name.)... He just so happens to be my boyfriend as well....... Ok. I'm going to stop digging this hole.
The point is that neither of them were going home for Christmas, so I invited them! I actually did the same thing for Thanksgiving. My roommate Andy and Micah(pre-boyfriend status) weren't going home, so I extended an invitation to both of them to come celebrate with me and my family. It's kind of a thing of mine. I don't remember if I talked about this already, but I cannot stand it when people can't celebrate family-centric holidays with their own, so I try to include people in my own little family. I think it's important to spend those days with SOMEone, even if you're not related to them.
Well, time to get off here. I hope you're all having wonderful days and that you're getting super excited about FRIDAY!!!!