I dreamed I was in a food challenge. I chopped up a bunch of ingredients
and threw on some Italian dressing and created my delectable entry. The first 3
competitors submitted their food and all were accepted. So by process of
elimination -- I was the last -- I knew that I would be booted. Alex
Guarnaschelli came in to escort me and my dish to the judges. She tried to be
encouraging, but I saw the look on her face when she saw my food. It
displayed "pitiful" in no uncertain terms.
Then I woke and escaped the judgment.
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I remembered to bring my lunch to work today, but I forgot my purse.
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