I was babysitting two little girls. I was cooking dinner for them: actually warming something their father had left.
It was a HUGE batch of posole - a Mexican soup made with hominy and meat, a staple in my childhood cuisine.
It was so huge I couldn't find a pot big enough to warm it in. It was in big plastic bags. I finally got some of it into a small pan by combining small portions of the ingredients.
One of the little girls was trying to help me but turned on the stove too soon and burned the plastic bag which stuck to the stove burner.
I have this lasting image in my mind of pouring ingredients into the pot, and when I dump them in, I discover these funny looking, dry brown flakes in the bottom of the bag. I taste one to see what it is and very distinctly taste and smell toasted GARLIC.
Note:
I used to smell and taste in dreams all the time but this is the first time in ages.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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