Dream Soup!
Dec. 11th, 2011 09:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Those of you who’ve been around for a while probably know a bit about my wild subconscious: I have super-intense and detailed dreams, highly augmented by the Fukitol pills I take. Normally they’re sweeping crazy epic journeys, or prolonged anxiety dreams,* but they do like to step outside the box once in a while.
For instance, I recently dreamed that I was making pumpkin soup with ginger, allspice, and coconut milk. And I woke up and was all, “That doesn’t sound half bad.”**
So today I figured what the hell and tried to make a soup. I embellished a little—added nutmeg, garlic, onion, salt, a tiiiiny bit of sugar, and chicken stock to the mix, since the Great Pumpkin Prophecy lacked some spice.
And y’know what, it actually turned out goddamn delicious. Never let it be said my subconscious doesn’t know its way around a kitchen. Even a nonEuclidean one.
(It tasted particularly good with goat cheese crumbled in it, and yes, I got that idea from the Soup Dungeon in Twilight Princess. Which also raised another question: if I knew anything about the internet, then I could bet my pants that there was already a recipe out there for Yeto’s Superb Soup. So I set out into the wide Googlelands. Guess what? I get to keep my pants.)
*Not so many Ancient Egyptian Algebra tests at the moment; my anxiety at this point seems better represented by the kind of dream where the plane leaves five minutes ago and holy fuck you still have three houses’ worth of stuff to pack and every time you think you’ve got it all done you discover another pile of stuff still waiting.
**When I was a kid I was always completely amazed when a grownup would describe the ingredients in a particular meal and another grownup would say “That sounds delicious!” It was impossible for me to conceptualize how flavors went together until I’d actually tasted the finished foodthing—and then I only understood it as a gestalt particular to that foodthing. Took me years to get a sense of flavor enough to be able to say “Dang, you’re right, that DOES sound good!”
For instance, I recently dreamed that I was making pumpkin soup with ginger, allspice, and coconut milk. And I woke up and was all, “That doesn’t sound half bad.”**
So today I figured what the hell and tried to make a soup. I embellished a little—added nutmeg, garlic, onion, salt, a tiiiiny bit of sugar, and chicken stock to the mix, since the Great Pumpkin Prophecy lacked some spice.
And y’know what, it actually turned out goddamn delicious. Never let it be said my subconscious doesn’t know its way around a kitchen. Even a nonEuclidean one.
(It tasted particularly good with goat cheese crumbled in it, and yes, I got that idea from the Soup Dungeon in Twilight Princess. Which also raised another question: if I knew anything about the internet, then I could bet my pants that there was already a recipe out there for Yeto’s Superb Soup. So I set out into the wide Googlelands. Guess what? I get to keep my pants.)
*Not so many Ancient Egyptian Algebra tests at the moment; my anxiety at this point seems better represented by the kind of dream where the plane leaves five minutes ago and holy fuck you still have three houses’ worth of stuff to pack and every time you think you’ve got it all done you discover another pile of stuff still waiting.
**When I was a kid I was always completely amazed when a grownup would describe the ingredients in a particular meal and another grownup would say “That sounds delicious!” It was impossible for me to conceptualize how flavors went together until I’d actually tasted the finished foodthing—and then I only understood it as a gestalt particular to that foodthing. Took me years to get a sense of flavor enough to be able to say “Dang, you’re right, that DOES sound good!”
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Date: 2011-12-12 05:06 am (UTC)The nutmeg and sugar might be questionable from the prophetic standpoint, but I'm pretty sure it was just stipulating everything else you added. I mean, what kind of basic soup isn't going to work with some garlic, onion, salt, and stock?
And yes, I totally get your second footnote. I'm 30 and I'm still not very good at it a lot of times. This is all combinations I'm familiar with, so I can actually sort of put it together in my head, but there are a lot of times that people are talking about putting together various ingredients, and I just have no clue what it might end up tasting like.
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Date: 2011-12-12 05:20 am (UTC)OTOH, several of my friends back home are Zelda fans. Perhaps I can make it for them.
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Date: 2011-12-12 06:49 am (UTC)Also, you must travel a lot if your stress dreams entail impossible packing. The most analogous equivalent I can think of is when I have to drive somewhere but the roads keep moving around and/or I suddenly have to drive from the backseat.
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Date: 2011-12-12 06:55 am (UTC)I always crave soup while I'm going through Snowhead, too. Which is what made me suspect someone else actually had a recipe, since I've gotten close to trying it myself--and I HAVE worked out a Deeper'n'Ever pie before.
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Date: 2011-12-12 11:51 pm (UTC)If you don't mind an equally out-of-the-wild-blue question: does your synesthesia enter into your cooking, and if so, how? Was that a factor in the gradual education of your palate? (My own tends to run to color->scent, grapheme->color, and music->a number of things, most strongly color [among other oddities--twangy surf guitar chords taste of A-1 steak sauce, and the piercing synthesizer in Todd Rundgren's "Real Man" and Pink Floyd's "Welcome To The Machine" feels like a splash of ice water.])
And--given the mods' permission, of course--may I link this to
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Date: 2011-12-13 08:36 am (UTC)You're welcome to link to this, too! I'll have to figure out the amounts of everything I used and post the recipe. ;)
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Date: 2011-12-13 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-13 09:26 pm (UTC)So when I look at a clock or calendar it's not so much blue-thirty as it is figuring out where the hours are in relation to me. Which is why I've been known to point to my left when I'm talking about the future, come to think of it.
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Date: 2011-12-12 09:01 am (UTC)Your dream soup sounds delicious. Perhaps I will try it.
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Date: 2011-12-12 08:07 pm (UTC)I don't travel that often, so I find this odd. Although I have moved every year for the last too-many years, so that could have something to do with it. And I am fairly stuff-suspicious... how can I have accumulated so much of it despite a notable lack of funds?
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Date: 2011-12-12 08:34 pm (UTC)EDIT: Metaquoted
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Date: 2011-12-14 09:12 am (UTC)