I'm an avid cookbook reader. I read them because they are enjoyable and because I get ideas for my meals. Over the weekend, I went to my public library and borrowed several books on Indian cuisine. I spent part of Sunday reading through them and taking notes on them.
Last night, I went to sleep early and had the craziest dream. I was in a huge banquet hall. In the middle of it was a large round table, piled with Indian food: huge steaming basins of stews and vegetables, platters of roasted meats, baskets of breads, rice dishes, and desserts. Most of the dishes I recognized because I had read them in those cookbooks. Part of me knew this was a dream, so I sat down and ate from every dish on that banquet table.
When I woke up, I felt sick! My neck and shoulders were aching slightly and I felt tired. Also my stomach was gurgling in the same way it does when I have a stomach flu. Gee...even when I cheat in my dreams, I still pay for it!
Last night, I went to sleep early and had the craziest dream. I was in a huge banquet hall. In the middle of it was a large round table, piled with Indian food: huge steaming basins of stews and vegetables, platters of roasted meats, baskets of breads, rice dishes, and desserts. Most of the dishes I recognized because I had read them in those cookbooks. Part of me knew this was a dream, so I sat down and ate from every dish on that banquet table.
When I woke up, I felt sick! My neck and shoulders were aching slightly and I felt tired. Also my stomach was gurgling in the same way it does when I have a stomach flu. Gee...even when I cheat in my dreams, I still pay for it!



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