Curry Dreams

I don't know what it is with me lately, but I don't eat much during the day. No breakfast at all, very rarely any kind of lunch, and usually a peck at any dinner, restaurant or otherwise.

God, that looks good

But at 6 a.m., the dreams come. Like my sushi dream (below) I had an intense curry dream tonight. I think it was a shrimp curry, but I was making up the recipe, step by step, thinking about just how I was going to do the rice, all the way to sprinkling on the cracked papadams, and as Brigitte says it, "Kusbarah" (Cilantro).

It was as real as if I were in the kitchen actually doing it.

So what did I do? Wake up and heat me up a slice of lousy pizza from the restaurant down the street that we'd ordered the night before.

Okay, formally on my to-do list:

Christ, I could use one now

A Caesar Salad, big, with ALL the trimmings. I might even consider sardines.

Curry, preferably shrimp, with fantastically prepared basmati rice and papadams and a nice sambal-cucumber salad.

Sushi, glorious sushi, the best in the city from god-knows-where.

Smoked salmon on a bagel with cream cheese and capers, as only Brigitte knows how to do it.

Pizza, done my way, not the loser mozzarella-laden-crap you get from the restaurant.

This is the stuff of 6 a.m. dreams. Learn, Flock, what dreams may come.

AND THEN ACT UPON THEM.