There are times when I have no clue what to blog about. And then there are times when I just have too many post ideas and too little time. When idea strikes, I keep note of it so that I won’t forget.
Here is an example of how I take notes…my most recent mumbo jumbo notes for post ideas…
Behgopa is not your typical restaurant review or recipe based food blog, but more about the random food related stories I want to share. I’ve claimed it to be a “culinary blog” and try to keep the posts culinary related, whatever that may be. I guess my blog somehow reflects the randomness of the real me. I wonder about the most random things and ask the most random questions at the most random times. People that have known me for a while don’t even “WTF?”my randomness anymore.
So if you have been following my blog for a while, you may have noticed that most posts are not consistently a cut-throat anthology of one focus. I’ve been looking back on old posts and realizing just how random I have been with posts. One day I am blogging about fond childhood memories that a certain dish brings back. Another day, I am blogging about the brutal, soul crushing moments of kitchen life. And every once in a while, there are times when I play “typical” food blogger, recapping my dining experience at a restaurant or sharing about what I’ve made. My blog is seriously all over the place. And I can understand that the lack of focus may drive away some readers. But that’s okay.
It’s coming close to three years since I have started this blog. The first post that started it all was on “butt space”. Since then, I have tried playing around with various post ideas to find my niche. But the niche was never truly found. I am still a lost soul in the blogosphere. Maybe I’ll never find my true niche. And I am okay with that too.
So, for those that have stuck with me throughout all my random-lack-of-focus posts, I thank you and look forward to sharing another year of my randomness with you.
I guess I will start off the new blog year with sharing about my holiday gorges. I can’t even say how much weight I probably put on over the holidays.
Well, I haven’t been on the bitch in years, so I don’t even know exactly how much I weigh or how much I’ve gained. But I can feel things umm…*expanding*.
Christmas Eve and New Year’s eve are generally crazy nights at the restaurant. With a soiree of diners coming and going at a fast pace, those nights can be exhausting. And the most brutal part of it all? That’s right, the behgo-rage (behgopa= hungry; behgorage= behgopa + rage) kicking in due to lack of time to eat or munch sufficiently.
The calm before the storm.
So peaceful without the tickets ringing in nonstop, servers in frenzy, and all the pushing and shoving while running around like headless chickens…and best of all, before the behgorage. This video was taken shortly after I had arrived, all relaxed and with a belly that was content from having just eaten right before arriving. It would be hours until the behgorage kicked in.
I was able to take a quick break and eat before the peak of madness. But hello, it’s me…I’d be hungry again in a couple of hours…hungry during the rush when there is no time to be hungry.
That night, someone brought in sandwiches. I wasn’t really a fan, but I guess putting aside a couple of them to bite into any semi-second I got, helped fuel energy for the night.
We were all glad when the night finally ended…..all ready to exhale and go home and just be glad we survived. When I came home, as hungry as I was, I was a bit too tired to eat…okay maybe not too tired to eat, but too tired to cook something to eat. I nibbled on whatever I had….rice and a bean sprout side dish. I had nothing else and it was simple and made the hunger go away, so…
Right after the exhausting night, I headed to Vegas. And during my trip, I sure made up for the behgorage moments that I had suffered through from prior. By the time I arrived, it was around 4 a.m. I immediately knocked out.
When I woke up, I was starving and ready to begin my food ventures. Headed to Bacchanal Buffet (“Best buffet in Las Vegas” according to USA Today) at Caesar’s Palace for lunch. The line was horrendous. Around noon, the estimated wait time was expected to last until 4 or 5pm. Insane.
I have no idea how people can stand in line so long just to eat. Sure, you can take turns standing in line with people in your party and walk around while nibbling things from other places…but no freaking way I would be able to wait so long. Waiting while in starving mode would just make me want to slap someone. I’ve pigged out here a couple of times in the past, and it is alright, but I definitely would not wait for more than half an hour just to eat here.
But the VIP line had no wait time. Someone in my party decided to track down a VIP member. We waited….and waited for a VIP to stroll by.
About fifteen minutes later, we finally got a hold of one. Cash was handed over with a request of “borrowing” their VIP status. And viola, no further waiting around to eat. We got in.
I am always tempted to get my money’s worth at buffets. The food on my plates always seems to exceed my tummy capacity. Even if I can’t finish everything, I sometimes tend to grab things so that I can at least get a taste.Too many options, too little time and tummy room.
My selections from the Asian side of the buffet.
The plate of crab legs…
My plate of desserts.
I took a short breather, digested, then proceeded with more plates….but then guess what happened next? My iPhone battery got close to dying. So I didn’t take any more pictures. My charger just suddenly stopped working when I arrived in Vegas.
I waited to get a new charger when I came back home. But I was able to get my phone charged later that afternoon with the concierge. I came back to the room to take a nap. By the time I woke up, the phone was fully charged, ready to take more pics in time for dinner.
It was so hard to decide where to eat for dinner. I seem to always have this problem when in Vegas…..again, too many options, too little time and tummy room.
In the hotel room, I was watching the hotel dining channel, featuring the places to eat at Palazzo, where I stayed. All the celebrity chef restaurants looked so tempting. I’ve only tried Thomas Keller’s Bouchon a while back. The top three that I was considering were either Delmonico Steakhouse, B & B Ristorante, or Table 10. But…..I did not go to either.
Ended up going with Buddy V’s Ristorante when I heard that there was some dining credit offer with the room. An offer on a deal? I’m Asian. My ears automatically just perk up at the mere mention of it. I’ve been a huge fan of Buddy’s since I started watching Cake Boss years ago. His cakes are really mind blowing.
Some of the dishes from that night…
Steak Pizzaiolo..I liked this dish the best.
My mother in law’s capellini shrimp scampi.
And of course, I had to try his cannoli.I felt so full and fat after finishing.
The remaining days left of the year continued with further gorging….and more gorging beyond comprehension, with the usual “it’s the holidays” excuse. I’d enjoy one more week of pigging out until January.
This is the same face that I was making as we neared January….
The high hopes for plans to eat healthier in 2016 just went out the window right on New Year’s Day. I was doing so good for the entire day….that is right until I was on the couch watching tv when this commercial came on.
Carl’s does make some good burger commercials. I just had to have one. I wanted to call to see if they were open on New Year’s Day. The first one did not answer, so I guess not. The second one I called was opened, so Steakhouse Burger, here I come!
And here is is…
And that was just the beginning of my New Year “eating healthier” fail. We barely begun January and I don’t even want to think about how many calories I’ve consumed already.
January is a slow month at work, which means I’ll have more time to spend on my book. I know it’s been a while since I’ve share about my WIP. Yes, I am still writing. No, I haven’t pigeonholed it as I have done so with my other stories in the past.
I am trying the best I can to bring to life the story that I know that I have in me. But sometimes I get frustrated at the length of time that it is taking. I sometimes get jealous of authors that finish writing and publishing their books within a year’s time.
When writing blog posts, I can type up a storm. But as I go through the rewrites with my book, I sit at the desk, staring at a blank page. I enter world where I can get lost in my thoughts and imagination, trying to figure out scenes that happen next and how to find the words to write them in the most dramatic and eloquent way possible….all without using adverbs or clichés, trying not to put in too much back story, and the hardest part of all…to “show, not tell”.
I don’t know how many revisions it is going to take for me to truly be satisfied. But I am loving the process of it all.