A foodie dream
It's a good thing that in dreams one never gets full ...
I had a dream, in which my high school classmates were celebrating a reunion. Yeah, you know this is going to be fun with the classmates I have!
The high point of the reunion was a progressive dinner in the finer restaurants in old Santa Fe -- apparently the planners of the reunion couldn't decide on one, so they picked four: one for appetizers, one for soup and salad, one for the main course, and one for dessert. So we were a couple of hundred people traipsing around the narrow streets from one gourmet haven to another.
The main course was cabrito, slow-simmered birria-style, with spicy seasonings.
When I woke up, the big toe joint on my right foot was aching, as if I actually had been on a walking tour of Santa Fe (or the way it aches when the weather is about to change), and I was drooling.
(And, no, these aren't actual pictures of the food I dreamed, just the closest approximations I could find on the Internet. The cabrito is very similar to the dream, but I couldn't find exactly the right ravioli picture.)
Labels: dreams, food, friends, fun, new mexico
4 Comments:
I often have food dreams, go figure, but they almost always have to do with the serving aspect of it (go figure).
There are the dreams of having people sitting in the dining room at un-set tables, in the dark, but not complaining. The busboys are sleeping on the banquettes and the bar has no booze on the shelves. What does this mean, Carol Anne?
It's probably similar to the one I have in which I can't find the classroom I'm supposed to be teaching in, and when I finally do find it, I look down and I'm wearing fuzzy pink bedroom slippers.
(VW: milventi -- an extremely large coffee serving at Starbucks?)
Baydog, I think your dream means that Gordon Ramsay is about to show up.
Oh bloody 'ell!
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