Sunday, August 14, 2005

la recette secrète du poulet cuisiné
aux 11 herbes et aromates.

Last night I dreamt that I was at a buffet in Vegas, eating fried chicken. Eating fried chicken, with Simon Cowell. Uh. Hmm. Weird. As if that's not weird enough, the entire dream was in French. We were speaking French and so was everyone around us.

When I woke up, I thought, "Damn, I want to eat some chicken. " Or actually, "Sacré, je veux manger un certain poulet."
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4 Comments:

Blogger Nanette said...

La Dijonaise in Culver City has a really good dijon chicken. Yum!

Sunday, August 14, 2005 9:44:00 PM  
Blogger foodiechickie said...

Bahahahahaha!

Monday, August 15, 2005 7:35:00 AM  
Blogger Giao said...

Oh, that just tickles me senseless. I love that your dreamt it in French. BTW, when I was a teen and visited my granny in Montreal every summer, one of my favorite indulgences was the KFC down the block. Mmmm, poulet!

Monday, August 15, 2005 2:10:00 PM  
Anonymous c.beans said...

so...does this mean you think Simon Cowell is hot?

Tuesday, August 16, 2005 7:07:00 PM  

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