You Know You’re a Food Addict When…

I had a really, really vivid dream last night.  It was one of those dreams where it feels so real, you can smell and taste and feel, and you wake up trying to figure out if it really happened.  My dream has meaning, too.  It means I’m way too caught up on food.

I dreamed I was in a bakery, ordering these outrageously gorgeous pastries.  It was so specific, they were pastries made by this order of French nuns in Chicago who sell their goodies at the local farmers’ market to support their charitable works.  Side note - these are the most fabulous bakery items I’ve ever had in my life.   This is why I’ve been avoiding the farmers’ market this summer.  But I digress.

In my dream, I was sampling and choosing some of the most fabulous, rich, decadent foods on this earth.  I tasted it, I woke up with the faintest taste of tart shell on my tongue.  And I nearly burst into tears when I realized I couldn’t have what I’d bought for breakfast.

Yup, I admit it.  I’m nuts over food.  This just proves it.  I can’t decide, though, whether I want a repeat of the dream or not.  I mean, those tarts and croissants were GOOD, but do I want the torture of craving them?

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