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When I eat a heavy dinner, I tend to sleep very well. And when I sleep well, I dream about all sorts of craziness. The best dreams always occur between 5:30AM and 6:00AM. Disappointment often arises when a great dream gets interrupted by the always loathed, but often appreciated alarm clock, and this time around, it was no different.

I was at a large vendor cart that was about the length and width of a typical passenger car. It was stainless steel throughout and it had rubber wheels at all four corners. The surface of the cart was a large heating griddle. It’s similar to the teppan grills you see when you go for Japanese hibachi cuisine. There was no teppanyaki chef there, instead, it was the one and only Emeril Lagasse. He was handing out racks and racks of BBQ ribs that were piled on the griddle.

He turned to me and said, “Kin, you look like you need more ribs.”

Emeril then handed me a two-foot long rack of ribs. It was heavy and messy, but it tasted fantastic.

By the time I woke up, there were no ribs in site. Just the harsh reality of Monday morning and a craving for ribs.

Is it normal to be dreaming about food? Is it normal to be dreaming about Emeril?

~ Kin

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