Home - is where I want to be / But I guess I'm already there /I come home -
she lifted up her wings /
Guess that this must be the place...
- Talking Heads, "Naive Melody"

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Foodie Dreams

I know how annoying it is when random people tell you their dreams, but this one is food-related! I dreamt that I was visiting a farm stand, which appeared to be simply bursting with glowingly fresh, healthy produce. However, whenever I examined an area of the store more closely, it turned out that everything had been deep-fried, with some sort of tempura-like coating, and that the actual fresh food there was was minimal.

In the end, I resorted to buying some eggs, although they were strangely shaped and I wasn't sure if they were the right size.

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