I dream of meat

Last night I dreamt that someone was cooking me a feast of grilled salmon, roast beef, oh, and of course, roast duck. Quite the odd amalgamation, but I woke up salivating and in a hot sweat. The aromas and flavors were on my tongue as I was jarred from sweet slumber to the realization that my plate would remain empty and that my apartment has no oven.

Roast Beast that I cooked up last year when I was living in Whistler...those were happy times