Cheery Cheesecake

I’ve always wanted to do something express, like blitz through Christmas, zip through the New Year then float all year ’round.

There have always been questions as I may be able to do one or all of the above:

1. How to start
2. Where to start
3. Whose company to suffer

Obviously, there will always be that much more daunting task of gaining a friend’s confidence in doing something that has nothing to do with anything normal —you can’t sail through Christmas without first savoring it for  all its accouterments, you can’t face January without having jetted off into sense through the Holidays and can’t afford to float around like a bum the next whole year with mouths to feed, a couple of luxuries to sustain and a paradox of a life to configure.

I look at Nigella and see how easy and cheery it is to create Cherry Cheesecake from scratch.  But then well, I do not pretend to be Nigella at all, although I have started to chill the graham crust in the fridge as I type this up (having long gobbled up the oatmeal cookies that were supposed to pass off as digestive biscuits)

There is also one question I’ve long been wanting to ask: when to start.

You see, when there is the intention to do something better —or extraordinary even— there will always be the length of time (to complete it sensibly) factored in.  You always wanted to know when you want things to happen, if ever they do happen at all.

Undoubtedly, there lies the challenge of creating a cheery cheesecake of a dream, which everyone wants to partake of but which only a few brave souls can muster up the courage to see through completion.  We know beauty when we see it, but creating something beautiful out of the ordinary is something we presume as herculean and dismiss as trivial.

Let me start making the sour cream filling, but first let me ask you: what is it that is holding you back?

And when do you plan to take the cheesecake out of the fridge of your dreams?

Blogger Interrupted

I have what I call The Blogger’s Block.

Trust me, it’s more unwieldy than Thor’s hammer stuck in day-old mud.

He can make anybody’s mind whirl.

All hunched over my work desk, I suddenly sat back, my fingers digging tiny potholes onto my throbbing temples.  My mind was unforgivably blank except for this black mass hovering over my brain, wanting to be extracted by any means.  I reached for a pen and one of the new planners I’ve been intending to use for ten months.

Then I gratifyingly drew a line across the first page I came across: New Year’s Resolutions.

I need one more arm to write down a neat list

How many more days to go before 2013? I don’t intend to bargain with time —I never won a single battle.

Have you asked yourself more than once: Is this the perfect time for me to start reorganizing my stuff, and most especially my life (if we haven’t yet)? Believe me, there will always be no perfect time unless you make time for it.  I always try to come up with 1,001 reasons not to get up from a warm bed in order to work out at six AM.

A full-blast Pinoy breakfast of crunchy salted fish, diced tomatoes and steaming rice nicely complements a heavy workout

You do have your own favorite way of welcoming anything new with more than a great bang —hopefully it doesn’t go pfft after a couple of days of stuffing oneself full of holiday leftovers from the fridge.  Hope is not lost when one seeks a more organized and enlightened mind (at least it has to start somewhere).

In a reckless second, I close my eyes and take the plunge: I’m planning for the New Year.  Have you figured out what takes the top sweet spot on your list? Let me crumple Santa’s Christmas gift list first.