Have you ever suffered a sandwich-related nightmare?

Yes. In grade school, I would sit down with my buddy at lunchtime. Every day he had a boloney sandwich. That sandwich had the overpowering smell of garlic. It would gag a maggot. It was awful.

Growing up Jewish, we didn't eat bread during the eight days of Passover. Making and eating sandwiches on matzah was a total mess!

No.

The closest I've ever had to a nightmare about food was the result of a consultation with a vet.
That day, I'd just bought a microscope and a tome on equine helminths from him.
He'd shown me how to make a fecal float from fresh horse manure, how to prepare it as a slide, which lens to use on the scope, and how to adjust it.
Then I'd spent hours looking at the book's photos of intestinal worms and reading about them.

That night, I dreamed of a plate of spaghetti pomodoro.
The strands of pasta started to move with a will of their own.
I woke in fright.




This post was edited by inky at May 12, 2020 1:50 PM MDT

No, but my worst nightmare is that I would have to actually make sandwiches! Hate it with a passion!