Dreaming

My dreams, lately, have been about dicing potatoes and carrots. Last night I had a dream that I owned a store front in Historic Roswell. There were more tables in the dream than I anticipate, but nonetheless, it was mine and there was a line of people outside waiting to come in. I yelled at the cook (who will be me, of course) who dipped his grilled sandwich in the massive pot of soup that was to be serving everyone. We all know this is not sanitary. ; )