Tuesday, March 07, 2006
So, I often have this dream about a large Victorian house that is haunted by all kinds of scary things--in the dream, it's the house one of my friends lived in in grade school, but modified so that there's a big two story porch and some extra rooms and a scary basement, in the way of dream architecture. Usually, I live in this house. But last night, in my dream, W. had bought the house from my friend's family to live in with his brother, who is, in the dream, a professional baseball player. This is a problem, because, after they move in to the house, with my cats, his brother is being regularly possessed by a giant garden slug, and is thus in danger of losing his contract. It's up to me to exorcise the slug and clear the house of all ghosts. I mention all this as a long way of saying that I used to be a good cook. But I made my famous chicken and rice last night, a dish I've made a thousand times, and it was not very good--though the Butcher said he liked it--and it gave me indigestion and weird vivid dreams. Maybe if I could remember the exact mixture of spices, I could sell it to mystics looking for visions, but as just an ordinary cook of ordinary meals, this isn't going to cut it.