I would like to frame this post by reminding you all that I have never claimed to be completely sane and reasonable. It’s just not in my makeup.
This morning, in an odd half-dreaming state, I half-dreamed that I was cooking the ground beef I was supposed to cook last night. Only, instead of just cooking it loose or in patties, I had used a heart cookie-cutter to form small patties first. A miniature heart cookie cutter.
Hee, hee, hee. Ho, ho, ho. What a stupid –
My mom called while I was cooking them and asked what I was doing. I said, “well, I had this dream I was making ground beef in the shape of a heart, so I am trying it out.”
She replied, “wow. So you’re living the dream, huh?”
Yeah. Gotta go for the attainable ones first to build confidence, you know.
I know that they don’t really look too heart-like. They kind of look like flat meatballs. But, wait.
I know you see it. How can you not? It’s emitting a soft, angelic glow. The glow of love. True love, cooked right in. In the shape of a heart. A beef heart.
This wasn’t exactly a success, I’ll grant you. But clearly, it wasn’t exactly a failure, either.
13 thoughts on “The stuff dreams are made of.”
I see a heart or two! Good for you…way to dare to dream and make it happen!
ha, ha!! yeah, jax!
I was with you until you said beef heart. Took me in the wrong direction.
i know, shally… i KNOW!!
I vote for more posts like this. Let your freak flag fly, Amy!
it’s just nice to know I’m not the only insane and unreasonable one out there blogging their crazy 🙂
I totally put a heart on food that i cook for Milo if at all possible.the secret ingredient is love!
jessica! that is why you are one of my favorite people ever. you understand the importance of hearts! ❤
going for the attainable dreams first to build confidence…freakin’ awesome, amy!
hee hee… thanks, Lp!!
you know it, baby.