The other week I dreamnt-
I am nowhere in the room, but I can see my stove in my kitchen, and in my little pot that I make broth in, some corn cobs are boiling, and the water is getting low.
I worry to myself and think that I should get up and add some water to the pot or shut the heat off on it or something so that it doesn't boil all the way down and heat up and cause a fire, but then, I wake up.
. . .
(For the last few years since a work acquaintance from a previous job gave me the tip, I save my old corn cobs to boil down for broth, which makes the broth taste like corn, even if there really isn't any kernels left on the cobs.)
Wednesday, August 7, 2019
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