Saturday Morning, 3 a.m.
It seems I cook in my sleep. Yesterday morning at 3 or so I got up, washed a frying pan, cracked eggs into a bowl, cut up something green which was probably a tomatillo, cut up an onion, made a grumbled comment about not having any cheese, and proceeded to cook Lorraine a perfect omelet. All without waking up. According to her I then went back to bed, and she apparently had no idea I was asleep the whole time till later in the day when I mentioned that I was having a dream about her wanting an omelet with Muenster cheese, which I can't stand.
The kicker is that when I am awake I can't make an omelet to save my life; it always ends up being scrambled eggs with whatever ingredients!
Fortunately I did not leave the stove on or anything, but this is definitely something I am concerned about. Next time I may not be so conscientious, considering that its my subconscious mind doing the cooking. Creepy.
The kicker is that when I am awake I can't make an omelet to save my life; it always ends up being scrambled eggs with whatever ingredients!
Fortunately I did not leave the stove on or anything, but this is definitely something I am concerned about. Next time I may not be so conscientious, considering that its my subconscious mind doing the cooking. Creepy.