I used to have a reccurring dream of pulling apart a croissant — a thick cloud of steam bursting forth — then slathering my perfect little end piece with butter and a sprinkling of sea salt. I could almost taste the yeasty, buttery perfection when I awoke. Does food ever make its way into your dreams? If so, what do you dream of eating?
After dreaming about the croissant so many times, I figured my body was telling me something and I took myself to a few fabulous pâtisseries and indulged.
I quickly realized that the best way to get the butter fume-facial I had been dreaming of was to buy the croissant, take it home, pop it into the toaster oven for a few minutes as I prepared my other celestial accoutrements: a few pats of room temperature Irish butter and my jar of Maldon sea salt.
Then the breakfast began properly and I experienced the most fabulous dèjá vu dream-meets-waking-life intersection!
Over time, the dreams faded into a fun and distant memory. I still love croissants, especially the pretzel croissant from the City Bakery in New York, but I no longer see them dancing about my subconscious. I kinda miss my croissant haze and ensuing mission. It sure beat watching The Shining at age six, and the following year of trembling nightmares.
Do you dream of something yummy? A childhood treat perhaps?
(Images: Leela Cyd Ross)