jmcquown said:Doesn't happen often but occasionally I dream about cooking food. Sometimes
it sets up the scenario for what I'll cook the next day; sometimes just a
craving for things I don't have on hand. Sometimes I just shake my head and
wonder why on earth I dreamt about a certain type of food. Do you dream
about food?
Jill
Seldom and then, just sort of. I dream of food disasters that I had
at some time in the past. I dream of
The time I went to check the roast in the oven, while the guests were
having cocktails in the living room and I found that the flame I
thought was roasting the meat, had either gone out or never went on
and there was a raw slab of meat in the roaster.
The time I served Long Island Duckling, that smelled and tasted of
fish and were completely inedible. I found out later on, that the
farmer from whom the duckling had been bought, had fed the little
birds with fish heads and innards from a near by fishery.
The time my cat, Inky, just a little kitten of a couple of months,
managed to escape from the bedroom, got on the table that I had
lovingly decorated and set with my best linen and dishes, sipped the
liqueur from the fruit cups that were supposed to be our first course,
then, so drunk he probably could not get off the table, stumbled into
the waiting, empty soup tureen and fell asleep, snoring while my
guests stood around the mess and and laughed their butts off.
The time I poured the gravy for the brisket into what I thought was
the pot with the sliced meat, but which contained the broth for the
Matzo Ball Soup. That way I ruined two courses with one stroke.
Enough of all these nightmares. There are plenty more to make me
dream and wake up in a cold sweat.
Jill, did you have to remind me of these disasters, just as I am busy
starting to cook for the High Holidays, which will start on Monday
night? M