The Sacred Art of Eating

This morning I had a rather unsettling dream, which centred around being in a museum shop and suddenly discovering that I didn’t have my bag; that I had put it down on the floor to look at something and some bastard had nicked it. This was distressing for various reasons- I wouldn’t have my wallet to go on holiday with (something of a theme for me) and also my camera had been in my bag so that would be gone too.

However, as I consoled myself in the dream: The camera only had one meal on it, the Quesadillas. It won’t be too much effort to repeat them…

---

Blogging will be light this following week as I am off to the slopes of France to carve up some powder fall over comically. Dougal could cook some stuff, but he’d have no camera to record his endeavours with, so it wouldn’t be official. I shall maybe pick up some ingredients in France; expect cooking to resume with renewed enthusiasm come February!

Trackback URI | Comments RSS