Do your nightmares involve food?
I have on occasion, literally, "dreamed up" a recipe of which I remembered enough upon waking to be able to actually create the dish. Actual "kitchen nightmares" having nothing to do with Gordon Ramsay are another matter. Many years ago I raised and showed pedigreed cats. I had one Siamese who always had large litters - most queens will consume the placentas as part of cleaning up the newborns, but Juliet carried 8-12 kittens so she was too busy delivering them to dispose of the amniotic sacs or placentas (not to mention not having a large anough stomach). As midwife, I'd put all the afterbirths into a container and discard them once the kittens were all dried off and suckling. After one such marathon, I dreamed that I had cooked a dinner of what I thought was chicken livers, only to find them very tough and chewy, and realizing in my dream that I had cooked the placentas.
(They are similar in size and color to gizzards and livers.)
Do you dream in food?
"Do you dream in food?"
all the time.
they're generally not nightmares, though there are exceptions:
- during each Top Chef viewing season i'm guaranteed to have at least 2 or 3 nightmares about being critiqued at Judges' Table.
- i've always wanted to go to culinary school, and i'll occasionally have a bad dream that i've screwed up a dish that's part of a final exam. (that one pops up whenever i re-entertain the notion of applying to a program and spend some time researching my options.)
Half of my nightly nightmares involve a struggle to get to a destination that I never reach, the other half I can't find my way home. Once, I stayed home and roasted an ox in the kitchen and all my guests were incinerated in the ensuing inferno. I woke up in a cold sweat. That was last Tuesday. My best nightmares are between 3 and 5 AM, extremely vivid and include real people I know. It's like a movie for free.
Y'know the juice that collects in the bottom of the garbage can sometimes?
I had a nightmare that I was forced to bake garbage juice scones. Instead of cream or buttermilk, the bottom of a sloppy garbage can. I'm gagging a little just typing it.
But most food-related nightmares for me are kitchen anxiety dreams - something burning in the oven, not ready for a large party, deep in the weeds, whatever.
I and my knives have some repeating conflicts in dreams. When I was small and started loving to whittle and carve, my Dad always told me "Don't let a knife taste blood or it will come back for more." Clearly this made a mark. With the various hand boo-boos I've had in the kitchen over the years, it seeps into my dreams.
Now is this Freudian or Jungian?
Here's another dreamy thread (you and I think alike a bit):
Last night, I dreamed I was trying to climb out of some sort of quarry in a store (?!). In the water was soggy bread and something creamy (like soup gone wrong). I just recall it was gross and I wanted to get out.
Funny you should ask, I just had a food nightmare a few nights ago. My wife and I do a lot of entertaining and always serve an abundance of food, but in this nightmare...
...we had some 20 guests over for dinner, and I was trying to get the meal ready to serve. We had all our largest serving dishes out, but the food in each was minimal - like a whole brisket that somehow turned out to have cooked down to about 1 mm thick, and a large bowl of green beans that was just filled with water and maybe a handful of beans - which my wife was telling me was a green bean mousse. Then I found two large platters with one small chicken on each, so I tried to put them together on one platter so it would look like more, when one chicken disappeared and the cats grabbed the other. Meanwhile we kept all the guests waiting out on the porch because we couldn't let them in until we had enough food to offer. It was a total panic situation.
That's the point at which I woke up, with that scene seared into my brain. When I told my wife about it she thought it was hysterical.
My nightmares (or just really strange very realistic dreams) usually involve natural disaster, a particularly strange recurring theme about jetliner crashes, or some sort of nuclear event (I grew up during the Cuban missle crisis).
But one recurring one I do have from time to time involving food is that I can't taste what I'm eating. No sensation. AT ALL.
Come to think of it, that's a bit worse than the nuclear holocaust ones.