I had a dream last night.
I had the house to myself. I was hungry. I thawed a chicken.
I trussed it up, rubbed it with various spices, stuffed it with bread crumbs and more spices.
I added red peppers to the outside; although that does not sound appetizing right now, in the dream, I thought it sounded scrumptious.
When it was cooked, I ate it.
Why am I boring you with this?
Because in my dream, I decided to live blog the entire experience.
I was quite sure my vast audience would be interested.
(I don’t think I would like “dream” Ginny. She seems to be a bit of a great big raving narcissist. If you ever meet her, feel free to avoid eye contact, and don’t bother intoducing yourself. I wouldn’t.)