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-Brother (mine, younger) quote: "Your brain knows what you're thinking."-

Was able to recapture my dream last night (after a slight pause), even though I was up later the night before. I generally try to get to bed really early (i.e. 9:00 pm... that's 2100 for any readers in military time), but Wednesdays are exceptions because new episodes of Mythbusters come on from 9:00-10:00 pm.

::yet another FOOD discussion!::

Isn't it strange how often some of the best-tasting foods are combinations of absolutely loathsome ingredients? Some examples:

I am not too fond of baked goods, cakes, or breads (preferring rice for my grains), and I don't particularly like bananas, though I suppose they're okay. However, I adore my mother's banana bread, even when it is a couple days old, when most baked goods would be a horrific mass of soggy goo. In fact, I actually like it when the banana bread is undercooked and there is that absolutely glorious section of gooey, banana-y goodness in the center. Although, it's even better warm. I had some last night... o, but the crust around the edges was wonderful.

Another example. I am not a large fan of barbecued/chilied/shredded pork/beans what-have-you, nor do I really enjoy cheese. But when they are mixed together, with rice (which I do admit is rather tasty), the result is sublime. This contains the added puzzlement of a total lack of baking/cooking involved, so one cannot claim that the chemical composition of the ingredients changed... which leads me to my strangest example:

Deviled eggs. I am ecstatic with a deviled egg containing little more than a yolk mixed with Miracle Whip (which is basically a mayonnaise substitute) and green onions. A little perspective here -- I DESPISE eggs! I try to eat them, but no matter how they're dressed up (other than as a deviled egg) -- whether in salad, or plain, or fried, or scrambled, the taste of the yolk is swiftly rejected by my tongue. Also, I don't think I need even point out that Miracle Whip is absolutely disgusting by itself; that gluttinous globby glop of white curdling something that smells like some evil mixture of cream, sweat, and laboratory chemicals. I can barely stand it in a BLT or tunafish and pickle sandwich, if I hit any concentrated lode of the stuff, I nearly gag. But smushed together with the pasty yellowness of egg yolk? Ahhhhh... somehow, some way, the combination causes me to forget that I have willingly stirred together such twin monstrosities. Somehow that I cannot fathom, a deviled egg is completely delicious.

Remember to reality check.