When Royalty Comes to Dine
I know I dream, but most of the time I can’t remember. Most of the dreams I can remember are the equivalent to university exam dreams, you know, the dreams you have for years after you graduate about missing the class and having to take the exam? Most of the dreams I remember are packing dreams – it’s time to go, and I haven’t finished packing. Oh aarrgh!
Recently I had a different dream. This is so hilarious I can’t begin to figure out what it is about. Royalty is visiting in our town. Like English royalty, and I vaguely recognize Princess “Fergie” and Elizabeth I, they are all dressed in period costume and are sort of posed around looking royal.
I realize that no one has taken care of making sure they have events scheduled that honor them, so I invite them to dinner, and then for the rest of the dream, I am so busy trying to make sure that they are sufficiently ‘honored’ that I keep worrying about what I am going to do about dinner. No one seems to be at all concerned except me. The royals are all just looking royal, very good sports, but how am I going to be a good hostess – taking care of them now – and still get dinner on the table? I could order out, but I think they are expecting a home cooked meal? I am not living overseas anymore, where I might have hired help; this one is on me.
Fortunately, I wake up.
I don’t know why I can even remember this dream, most of all I remember the feeling that I have offered up something and I don’t really have the resources to keep my promises. Oh aaarrgh!
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OK, I don’t feel so weird about my dreams now. This one is classic and IMHO it is very typical of the things that worry you. This is one way to lighten that up.
I think bangers and mash would be fine:-) And some hard cider. A bit of proper cheddar.
I also remember very few dreams, but I can remember when I was a child I dreamed that Prince Philip was riding on the back of a hippopotamus in the rain while carrying a purple polka-dotted umbrella. I could never figure that one out.
LLLOOOOLLLLL Momcat! LLLOOOOLLLLLLL!
I was sort of thinking maybe Clam Chowder, Sheila, something local . . . . 🙂 Clam chowder, maybe some cornbread, potato salad and a nice Washington State chilled white wine 🙂
Why waste those delicacies on Royals? Just let me know what time dinner is served! Long time no cornbread:-)
LOL, Sheila, c’mon down!
Iced Tea….It is The South. You must serve Iced Tea!
Patzee – LOL, yes! Yes! You are right! Iced Tea! Sweet or unsweet!