I've dreamed about the following at one time or another these past few days:
A great grilled cheese. Texas Toast smothered with butter, filled with cheddar, bacon and tomato. Side of fries. mmm.
Margaritas. Like a big fishbowl-of-a-glass with a salted rim.
A bright, ruby shimmering glass of Merlot. Balloon goblet. Thank God the wine tasting is two days away.
Brie. In a puffed pastry with a homemade chutney of cranberry and orange zest. French bread toast.
Wavy Gravy (which I just discovered was retired by Ben and Jerry's.)
A steak. With the family's secret marinade. Baked potato with sour cream and butter on the side. A beautiful green forest of asparagus.
A grilled portobello sandwich, with slices of zucchini and red roasted peppers. Fresh mozzarella.
Cheese sticks - the ones we were addicted to in college - with ranch dressing.