Thursday, February 19, 2009
A Dream of Fluffy Muffins
Last night I had a dream that several people were making breakfast in our apartment and giving a presentation on China. As a result, I woke up extra early this morning to see if someone had indeed prepared breakfast. To my dismay, no breakfast was there. Only a cold, abandoned kitchen. There's something comforting about someone making breakfast for you. The sounds of pots and pans banging together is like a verbal promise of good things to come. I also love it when the breakfast smells waft around the house and into my room. If I made breakfast for my room-mates, it wouldn't really work because I arise about 2 hours before them, so the good intentions would be cold already. But maybe I should try to do this for them once a month. It seems like it would be well-received.