I dream of
Losing your dark nightie.
“Here we are all, by day; by night, we're hurled
By dreams, each one, into a several world.”
Nostalgia and dreams of the past.
The subject comes up in weird ways. Sometimes it's just a song:
Or dreaming when TV only had three channels and no remote control:
But today, it is food.
Scanning Facebook (an addiction worse than heroin), I was directed to an article on "50 Foods You Should Eat Before You Die." A BBC rundown of the essential food everyone should have consumed, whether I liked it or not. I was pleased to find out I had eaten 46 of the foods, thanks to living in an area with an lots of recent immigrants and great restaurants. Most of what ate was delicious. If the Grim Reaper should come tonight, I should feel pretty fulfilled.
But one of the foods that I had not tried intrigued me. Guinea Pig. Apparently, it is a staple food in South America. The locals raise them like rabbits, then slaughter them for use in stews.
That got me thinking. How long has it been since I had rabbit? Yeah, I know. They're cute and cuddly and how could I put such a creature in hot fry pan with bacon grease. I'm a carnivore. I had an Aunt that raised them for meat and made a lovely rabbit stew. It was hearty and filling, with lovely thick gravy and was especially nice to have on a chill autumn evening. I wonder why we don't serve this wonderful item anymore.
I blame this guy:
It's time we gave the cow a break and return this fine, tender rodent to the dinner table.
He tastes like chicken.
Topic-Stormy Gale Dormire
Pic-Dianna Jillian Ward
Pic guesses: Dreams of the past (in blog), smashing time, surreality, Dali, time flies, timekeeper