Dream Food

I dreamed I was in my parent's kitchen making baked potatoes, using various kitchen implements to fluff them up or carve them into the shapes of other foods. I would then paint them with food coloring. I offered them to the rest of the family, but no one would take the potato that looked like applesauce over carrots. "They're all just baked potatoes," I tried to explain, but they would only take the ones that looked like steak and potatoes, N's choice, and the ones that looked like pork chops and rice, Dad's choice. I also had one that was done up like green eggs and ham, Mom took that one. I didn't have any trouble with the remaining choice. Oddly enough, it ended up really tasting like applesauce over carrots. Now that was a good trick. I wondered if the others had the same experience.
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