Friday, March 16, 2012
Day 76
Had another dream last night, wasn't in my hometown, I was in some kind of large mall with multiple floors. I remember heading down to the lowest level, the one with the most people, and walking, and only seeing peoples shoulders and the backs of people's heads. I lot of the mall walkers wore purple or something close. I'm able to stumble to one side of hall way and I bump into the plastic racks of what looks like a chinese market, there is a sandwich board and a banner overhead in symbols that I can't read and the proprietor waves me over and I get to go behind these big plastic racks of things and look at all the different cuts of meat they have. Some of them are normal cuts of fish or chicken and others are black and elongated, others are thin and standing upright, and some look like gummi meat, like marbled meats made from rubbery sugar. I stand there for a few moments and he begins to speak in english, telling me that I will be a good apprentice, that I will do well here. I don't have time to say much, as the first customer comes to place an order from our meats. That person is Greg Baldino and he orders a little bit of everything, pointing for a while, and then asking things like, "Can I get more elk?" and pointing to the gummi meat and asking, "Is that bear fresh?". To each thing talked about or pointed to I lift a little latch and reach inside a plastic rack to fish out a few cuts of meat with steel cooking prongs and place them onto a cookie sheet. I gather a solid amount of meat and then am told to clean it, and the owner opens a side door to a back room, which is a amonia smelling bathroom and I procede to drop all of the meat into the bathtub and turn on the water. None of the meat floats. But the water comes faster than I expected it to and by the time I have the apron and gloves needed to properly clean the meat the water has his my waist, it is an off yellow color and fizzes like its carbonated. It gets up to my chin before I can get to the knobs and shut the water off and I dive under to pull the plunger out, but wake up before I can. I never got Greg his meat.
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