I Need To Cook
They say your'e innocent when you dream, and last night I was dreaming about barbecue. Yes, I dream about barbecue. It was a strange dream, but this is what a remember.
Apparently I was a contestant for Top Chef, which was taking place at a campground. I was alone in the campsite and was making burnt ends, the succulent twice smoked cubes of brisket, out of pork shoulder cubes when I realized that I didn't have anything for the elimination challenge that night.
I left my burnt ends smoking and headed to the local supermarket, which is someplace I've been to in real life but I don't remember the name, but I'm pretty sure it's a market somewhere in New Hampshire, to buy ingredients for the elimination challenge. I needed lamb, and the supermarket only had one small boneless leg. I bought that and asked for more. The store was closing and the cashier kept calling me by name to the register while the butcher searched for more lamb, eventually delivering me a frozen solid prime rib of beef all the while claiming that it was lamb.
I purchased those meats, along with some strange Korean labeled honey and a lot of baby bok choy and left the store confident that I would win the challenge even though I had slept through the quick fire challenge and had no idea what the elimination challenge was.
Then came the realization that I was asleep and this was all a dream. I need to cook.