Funny Anxiety Dream

Jul 05, 2007 10:32

I was with a group of people in a large house in summer, and Flansburgh and Linnell were cooking. I see at at distance in the immense kitchen, then I am suddenly seated at the big square wooden table, and Linnell brings out a loaf of blueberry bread, the kind leavened with baking soda. He is wearing a green shirt, natch, and has big terry cloth oven mitts on as he brings out the bread. Flansburgh and I are to taste what he has cooked up, and we share a thick slice, with me getting the pan half of it, not the part with the yummy crown.

I pull it apart, to inspect the blueberries, the aroma, the moistness and texture, before tasting it. Flansburgh already has a mouthful, chewing thoughtfully. I am disappointed that the aroma is not complex enough (kinda flat) for fruit bread right out the oven, although the texture is good and moist and there are enough blueberries.

"Spretty good," says Flansburgh, with a cheek full of bread. Or some such remark, so I take a bite. It's not bad, but there are (hee hee) some sour notes in the flavor, I think to myself, some of the blueberries were probably not quite ripe yet. I mention it to Flansburgh, and then feel bad for having said it.

I'm thinking that since I have not bought The Else yet, I am having some trepidation about what They have "cooked up." That it will have sour notes.

linnell, anxiety, blueberries, flansburgh, cooking, tmbg, dreams

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