In my feverish state last night I dreamed that I got carryout from somewhere: orange chicken with peanuts. What's odd about this is that I've never ordered orange chicken in my life, and I don't think it comes with peanuts.
What's even stranger is that I've eaten very little in the past 24 hours, and yet I'm dreaming about food. And now that I'm awake, I'm miserable that I won't get down to the farmers market today to get what may be the last of the bicolor corn this season, even though there's no chance that I could actually want to eat it. I hope someone out there will buy it and enjoy it for me. ...
To prepare for winter I should stock up on sick food, like Eddie's of Roland Park's chicken noodle soup, which I could stick in the freezer. We have nothing like that around, not even canned soups. I don't like them anyway.
Here's what I've eaten in the last 24 hours:
1) Breakfast: tea and toast made from leftover baguette
2) Lunch: a cereal bowl of Smartfood White Cheddar popcorn, one piece at a time (don't ask; it must have been the salt that made it appeal)
3) Dinner: two canned Baugher's peach halves in heavy syrup. I bought them recently because canned fruits and vegetables are supposed to be cheaper when they are in season, but considering I paid $3.99 a can, I'm not sure.