Dream no small dreams
So last night I dreamed about trying to feed Ronon and Rodney. They were searching for Sheppard (who was just *lost* - not really sure what happened there) with Teyla, who wasn't pregnant. And they stopped at my house to ask if they could restock their water, etc. And I went into complete mother hen mode. I made them all sit at the table while I went in search of food. And then it was like a Top Chef quick-fire challenge. I'm like "OK, I have potatoes, celery, onions, and seasonings... what can I make? Soup - go!" And knives and food are flying, and Teyla keeps sticking her head in the kitchen to say "Rodney can't have citrus. Ronon doesn't like potatoes," and I'm all "I *know* Rodney is allergic to citrus, and Ronon likes *everything* SO BACK OFF!" And I cooked and cooked and finally got them filled up, and the boys loved everything I made. Teyla was a little sullen, but I think it was because her tuttle-root soup sucks, and no one will eat her cooking. And then I tucked them all into beds and made them sleep for a few hours. And then they left to go find Sheppard.
And then I woke up... hungry.
And then I woke up... hungry.