We were sitting at dinner and El Jefe said that he had a dream about me last night. Oh, yeah? says me. What did I do? He said I had a TV cooking show on one of the local La Ceiba television stations.
I guess this dream was a result of our dinner conversation with his family, where I am widely regarded as the gourmet chef of the family. Heheheh. Or maybe it was because of all the time I spent and trouble I had with the genoise cake on Sunday.
(The cake was taking so much time that, for awhile, I was afraid that we would have only potato salad and cake for dinner, if that much. I learned a lesson: don't double a genoise recipe because those 8 eggs will turn into 15 cups of foam which will not fit in your bowl which is sitting in a hot pan of water on the stove!)
I asked if I was speaking Spanish in the show. He said I was speaking English but everyone understood me anyway. Those things always work out in dreams, don't they?
At first everything was going fine and I was impressing the audience with my skills, but all of a sudden the scene changed. Something I was demonstrating wasn't working out properly and I started crying right in front of the camera!
Well, I guess we don't need a dream analyst to figure out this one, do we?