I think I lost my train of thought.

I'll admit it. Lately, food is all I think about. I've spent weeks and weeks learning to cook everything under the sun. I am soaking up everything and I can't get enough. During my studies, I have convinced myself that a garden is the only way I will be able to enjoy the deliciousness of summer tomatoes, basil, parsley, strawberries, peppers, squash, etc, etc. Just to be clear, it shouldn't come from just any garden. Those fruits and veggies better pop out of my garden. The one that I will lovingly slave over, water, till, sing to, watch grow. Maybe I should consider that I've only owned a handful of plants that I have successfully kept alive. But, I can be terribly stubborn, so I doubt my inexperience would stop me.

But, then...I'm starting a rigorous school schedule in May and gardening will be the last thing on my mind. After class, lab, clinicals, studying, I definitely won't have any time to do this. I will be living in my books and eating whatever I can manage to fit in that little pocket on the outside of my backpack (X-tra Cheddar flavor-blasted Goldfish usually did the trick). I will have no time for my ripe, delicious, plump tomatoes...Mmmm tomatoes. Juicy tomatoes. I can fit those in my backpack. I can make sun dried tomatoes every week! We could eat pounds of sun dried tomato pasta! I could make sun dried tomato pesto! We could make tomato sauce on a whim and put it on pizza! Ooooh, I could grow jalapenos and we could make salsa! I forgot to add cilantro to the gardening list.  We could sip on strawberry smoothies after we devour that salsa! I'd better start working out now before I eat myself into oblivion. Oh, I can't wait to have a garden!!...

Wait, what was I talking about again?

The Pot for Me

Alright, someone please tell me why the one piece of kitchen-ware that I so desire is (way) over $200? 

Someday, I will make you mine Le Creuset.

Dreams

In recent days, I have been the victim of strange and somewhat cruel dreams.

A couple nights ago, I was wandering through a random courtyard, when a pack of darling little puppies came romping my way.  The sloppy kisses and wagging tails melted my heart.  I spent all night playing, petting, and enjoying every furry moment. Wondering why this is cruel? You see, I love dogs. For as long as I can remember I have wanted one, but I cannot have a dog right now or in the near future. I have come to terms with this (plus, after at least a decade of intense wanting, I think I got this self-control thing down), but it appears my subconscious is toying with my emotions.  I went through the day scorning my dreams and its choice of material. It’s like if I were on a diet (hah! hypothetically speaking, of course) and I had to dream about splurging on an endless chocolate buffet. Yeah, like that’s going to curb my appetite. C’mon, have some sympathy!

The dreams continued last night, but this time I was strapped into some sort of sling shot-airplane roller coaster contraption. Everything was great except for the  lovely stomach-dropping, head-spinning, vomit-inducing, flying through the air with my eyes squeezed shut, hoping that I make it out alive part. It is just not the way I would like to spend, what is supposed to be, the hours my natural beauty grows. So, to my subconscious, I would like to make a small request: Stick to my usual dreams (gorging on key lime pies, awesome superpowers, etc) and please don’t make me plummet towards the Earth like that again.

If I had to choose between the two, well…maybe the puppy dreams weren’t that bad after all.