I was tossing and turning last night as I slept and dreamt of a horrifying scenario. I had a dream that I had been asked by someone important to make cookies for a very special event. Because I had spent the day playing Lumines on the PS3 and generally wasting time doing other things, I never took the time to make the blasted cookies. I was fussing over what to wear for the event, trying on different dresses and tossing the unflattering ones over my head when I realized I only had fifteen minutes to bake four dozen cookies. Panic ensued. My sisters, who were also in the dream, told me not to worry about it but I just couldn’t forgive myself for not baking the cookies. I was crying and I was angry. I was half naked in the kitchen pulling out ingredients from the cupboard even though I knew there was no way I’d make the cookies in time. I woke up, thankfully, relieved that it was only a dream.
I wonder if this happens to most chefs out there.
