HIGH CHOLESTEROL EATIES

A dream involving toasted tortillas, roasted chiles, grilled meats, pan juices, fresh herbs, crunchy bits, balsamic vinegar, red wine, good company, over at the country place of a friend whom I haven't seen in years. Happy people. Sunlight. Everybody having a fine time.
It was a remarkable experience.

No, I have no idea how I ended up there. Dreams can't really be exlained. Especially great food dreams. And kitchens that seem to involve several rooms, most of the ground floor.


It was a culturally and culinary diverse and broadminded group of people, so no people from you know where, or you know what backround. No snooty rich Anglos, no Ivy league Wasps.


I don't know about you, but my medication related dreams (from blood pressure pills) often involve food, and never involve Wasps. Unless you categorize Frenchmen, Italians, Greeks, and Dutchmen as Wasps. Which the last mentioned marginally are, but they speak foreignese, much foreignese, so they're kind of deviant in that regard.
Latinos, East Asians, the occasional Indian.
Plus Indonesians and Malays.
Regular California.

I'm trying to remember if I associate with any actual Wasps. Three I think. In Marin County. They're liberal, presently angry, and at odds with their surroundings and its dense populace. They would have enjoyed the party. I'll have to remember to introduce them to my friend. Whom I haven't seen in years. They're very much his kind of people.

All three are retired and intellectually vibrant.

Seeing as I'm recovering from a minor surgical experience, I haven't been in Marin this week. The hiatus has proven enjoyable. And I may have finally caught up on my sleep.

Haven't smoked my pipes in days.
This bothers me.



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