Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Porketta Dreams
We didn't get a chance to cook the porketta for our pulled pork sandwiches until last night. I never realized how hard it is to sleep with a crock pot of spicy pork cooking just downstairs. I had some crazy dreams, that's for sure. One involved trying to turn down a gas fireplace because I was too hot. That's not too hard to interpret. But why did the fire turn to a little pile of crystal that looked like a chunk of coral when I turned it down?
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AHA! first post.
I can't interpret your dreams, but I can tell you that in my dream, my family was grilling chicken on a rubber raft on an ocean that had been a parking ramp earlier in the dream. I think it is lunar, not pork-related, as my house smells of dog, not crock-pot-of-goodness.
I can't wait to hear how the pulled pork sammies turn out!
don't blame that dream on the pork, i know it was the BAD MOONSHINE YOU WAS DRINKIN'!
Or the nasty cold I was brewing...starting to feel better now, though.
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