I don’t often remember my dreams, but the ones that I do remember are always WAY the heck out there. Like the morning several months ago that I woke up saying “the Swiss cheese is for the Kangaroo!” with great insistence to no one in particular.
So it was with great interest that I’ve watched this several times today, each time laughing out loud in my otherwise quiet office.
So goes August.
Chef Cooks ‘Dream Omelet’ From Recipe That Came To Him In A Dream