prologue (8.28.2009)
Why checken, many of my college classmates can tell (I can already hear Heids and Tyne chuckling). Okay. So it was lunch and my classmate Ronald was on one of his “treating” fits. I can’t exactly recall what the celebration was, fact is he’s one of the most generous persons I know, lucky me. Order time now. If you know someone Bisaya, you know how our stiff tongue (no, I don’t mean something lewd here) can do phonetic dissonance. By now, I think you know what was mine – yes, checken.
That was my break. For years in college (I guess even until now), that has become a popular butt of joke. Perhaps it will be one of the things that will be widely remembered when my class think of our days in Ateneo. I claim to have the clearest recollection though, but I too laughed at the mishap that will soon earn me a distinction.
From that slip of the tongue followed a host of firsts, going-throughs and becomings and I always say Ateneo was my highest point (yet). But the trek was not without furrows; it has also its share of blows and foregoings. An ordinary story, I suppose.
Like how the name checken was hatched, many of our stories have prologues coined from anecdotes. Although sometimes they may have reached the point of being offensive without others noticing it, what matters is how the comic plot develops into a story of how we lived, more importantly, how we loved.
I wish to see checken counter as this celebration of life, an anthology of what animates and ails our core. I hope to see it in the end as a compendium of thoughts and learnings from the verve of what comes, day in and day out.
Serious mode now? Worry not, for like the meal order incident, anecdotes will be swishing in sporadically.
So much for explaining this corner’s name, the articles will be typed in soon.
I’m getting hungry now. Checken, anyone?
moving in (6.20.2010)
I have moved camp.
This is not the original kitchen. checken counter initially dished up at a blogspace of a networking site last year (after I rediscovered my old love for writing. They say when a door closes, another one opens - I suppose, it’s the same beat when it comes to love.) I write but am not a writer. What my thoughts cannot speak out loud, I can only find courage to put them in scripts. Torpe, that may be me.
But I wish to ring a bell (no, the order’s not yet ready) about this corner’s inexperience. My initial fascination with the kitchen is caused by the scrumptious whiff of others cooking. Sometimes, my own can only take me as far as sautéing. Often, the flavor isn't just there. But heck, pa-cham is gaining much popularity these days. After all, expression is one of the most cardinal of human liberties.
With already much ado about moving, welcome to checken counter’s new location. Hope you (still?) enjoy our servings. (I brought the old recipes just in case they might trash the old kitchen. Maybe one time, I may like to re-heat them for dinner).