The inner workings of the brain never cease to amuse me.
This weekend, I did a few completely unrelated things:
- Searched for Alton Brown’s lentil soup recipe
- Took a long walk with Aaron
- Looked to see if my hometown of Medina was recorded for Google Street View
- Read the menu of the restaurant I’d be going to today with my co-workers, to decide on an entree in advance
Last night, my brain concocted this great dream where I’d moved into a house in Medina. (I’m pretty sure that both Aaron and my mother lived there, too.) I was walking along the streets at night, when I came across none other than Alton Brown, talking into a bluetooth digital audio recorder. When I approached him, he was friendly, and we walked together to a local drug store which, inexplicably, sold food in the middle of the night. We ordered the special — which I ate until AB pointed out that the meat in the sandwich was mainly fatty, at which point I stopped and said I should really stick to my diet. I was also giddy and fangirl-ish and more candid than I needed to be, telling embarrassing stories about myself. Afterward, as we walked back to our respective homes, I discovered that my new Medina house was only three houses down from AB’s house. I also discovered that it was 3am, and I’d been out for a Very Long Time.
Isn’t the brain fun?