had a dream that i saw a recipe for “cracked marble pie”. there were either edible marbles or you could use legitimate normal marbles for the recipe. first you baked them at a high heat so they would crack open to reveal the “cracked marble jelly”, a watery, kind of membrane-y, viscous substance with a slight chemical taste and a black pepper/lemon flavour. the “cracked marble jelly” made your mouth feel cold. you would mix the “cracked marble jelly” with flour (like a water pie) and something called “applemelon wine”, a Japanese delicacy. then a lid would be placed on and you would bake it. the chemical flavour was toned down by the sweet, tart, applemelon wine, and it thickened into your standard water pie texture. it was contrasted by the lemon and black pepper flavour that remained, with the fruity aroma. would you try cracked marble pie?

They were bright blue, smiley cut, blue raspberry flavoured fries and they were DELICIOUS. The PERFECT combination of sweet and salty AND savoury. There was also a sauce that was blue raspberry again, and it was the same shade of blue as the fries with the appearance and consistency of Tubby custard.

I wish I knew how to recreate them in real life! You'd have to infuse potato with blue raspberry flavouring somehow... I don't know. All I know is that those fries were scrumptious. Some of the best I've ever had.

I’ve stumbled upon a Japanese ice cream shop. There’s only one flavor of ice cream: purple rain. But the toppings are where the fun starts. There are exactly 23 toppings to choose from, but you are only allowed to pick the ones that correspond to your current or previous careers. There are toppings such as sparky sprinkles, construction cookies, fireman fudge, librarian licorice, secretary sauce, and butcher berries. The toppings are flavored according to the job they’re named after. Secretary sauce is far and away the most popular. They run out almost daily. You’re not allowed to touch your ice cream until you’ve paid for it with a piece of your soul at the register. One ice cream costs 0.05% of your soul. When you check out they scan your brain to make sure you’re not lying about your jobs. Of course the government collects your work history and ice cream preferences through this process. It’s also clear that massive quantities of counterfeit chicken nuggs are being laundered through this joint. But everyone is just too happy with the secretary sauce to care. Evidently it’s fantastic.

This was the product of an anxiety riddled afternoon nap. I woke up covered in sweat after being introduced to some kind of hydration based barbecue sauce.

I don’t recall the texture or flavor but I do know I was in the hospital being offered this condiment. Sorta makes sense I guess.

I am thinking I could potentially recreate this but I would have to use a pre existing hydration powder which would likely be fruit flavored… maybe it’d be good?

I don’t remember what they were called (except it was a play on Winco grocery store’s name) but in my dream I was shopping and found a brand of hotdogs. The immediate flavor I noticed was penguin flavor. I don’t know if it was actually made of penguin or if it was just flavored to taste like them? (Which was what my dream self assumed) They also had toad, another weird flavor I forgot, and original (which was chicken)

This was just at a regular grocery store and it threw off my entire dream because of how confused I was from it. I vaguely remember what the packaging looked like so I might try to recreate it sometime

I was dreaming that I was at work (I work at Greggs), and a customer came in and asked for a "1970's Fish Bake". I was so confused even in the dream - not realising it was a dream - that I had to go round the front to check the counter labels. Lo and behold, there it was, 1970's fish bake label in front of an otherwise unassuming tray of bakes. What's even more confusing is that there was another fish bake in the counter just called "fish bake", but the 1970's one was vegan, as if the "1970's" part distinguished it as vegan somehow. I wanted to try it just enough that my disbelief was suspended until I woke up feeling very confused, not sure if I'd been to work or not already. I'm not going to lie, I'm feeling just a smidge of dread ahead of going to work today...

relayed by my brother, he slammed 2 pickles into a frying pan, where they then phased out of existence only to be replaced with powdered pickles. A few moments later the pan screamed like a kettle and ejected a disc like a computer, the disc said 'pickles' on it. He then placed the disc into a sandwich. unfortunately, he woke without tasting it.

I’m driving towards a 4-way stop intersection. There’s one car in front of me, about to turn left, and another parked on the corner ahead and to the left of us. The lady in the car in front of me takes a drink from a big white styrofoam cup and immediately goes “BLECH!” and spits it out their window, then chucks the cup out into the street. From the cup spills the most electric-neon purple drink. It’s shimmery and bubbly and spilling out all over the road. The man in the parked car sees the whole thing and flings his car door open doubled over in hysterical laughter. He shouts, “oh man! She got one of them Minnesota sodas! Those things are nasty!” before continuing to crack up. Then I woke up giggling 🙂🤭

Meat I pulled from my backpack labeled "elmo meat" with a consistency similar to ground beef or chorizo.

i was rummaging through my spice shelf (it’s high up, so you cant really see what’s in it), looking for something, when into my hands fell a medium sized no name spice bottle, that i had never seen before. i called out “hey, where did we get this?” i didn’t know how it got there. i examined the bottle. it wasn’t powdery, it was green, made up of herbs and seeds and some white chunks. on the front, in the classic plain, lowercase black writing against the yellow paper, was its name. “grace”. this spice was called grace. i remember being perplexed. finally someone who’d heard me walked into the room and that’s where the dream ended. this is genuinely haunting me because not only is this so different from my normal dreams, e.g the total lack of resolution, but something in me knows that “grace” was an acronym, and i think i’ve figured out what i think it is. i mean, i figured out in the dream that “g” is for garlic, because the white chunks. “r” is perhaps for rosemary, “a” for anise seeds, “c” for cumin, but maybe sometimes it’s made with cilantro. “e” was tough, but i think the Mexican spice epazote would be fair. would you cook with “grace”?

Funny dream last night: I was hanging out with the Beatles - all four, circa 1965 or so, in B&W no less - talking to them about making apricot jam. There was a lengthy discussion on the optimal degree of ripeness and not picking them too green. George, for some reason, really knew a lot about the process and was schooling Ringo on it. Who knew George Harrison was so knowledgeable about making apricot jam?

I just remembered this dish from my dream last night and it sounds a bit... interesting.

Bake a sweet potato until fully cooked. Cut a slit in it then carefully scoop out the inside until mostly hollow. Stuff sweet potato skin with boiled king crab leg (artificial crab works if you don't have it) and cream cheese. Ta-da.

I would never in my life call this a rangoon, but that's what it was called in the dream LMAO

So i’ve had really intense vivid dreams my whole life. One of the most intense & earliest experiences i had as a little kid (maybe 4 or 5) was a dream about these ghirardelli caramel squares. now idk if i saw a commercial or actually ended up trying one at a relatives house (something tells me it was my aunts house? bc she was in the dream) but i was poor, i don’t get candy except halloween or christmas, and i DEFINITELY wasn’t getting no rich people candy. well one night i have this really intense dream where i get in the car with my young aunt and we pull up to a drive thru that looked like mcdonald’s and ordered Ghiradelli caramel squares. as soon as i started eating it i had euphoria so intense, like nothing i had experienced yet, intense enough that it woke me from my dream. i cried and cried at the realization that i didn’t have it. and i also lost the words to ask for it, like what it was called and how to describe it so adults knew what i was saying. i had the deepest most intense feelings of longing and anger that i could not have something i wanted. i had no way to get it and i wanted it so bad i felt actual pain/hurt/disparity in my chest thinking about it. well a few years later i figured out what they were actually called and asked my older aunt to buy me some & she did 💗 i was so happy i binged an entire bag lol. but yea in retrospect it’s a little insane that i longed over a ghiradelli caramel square from like 4-7 years old lol 😂 at that point i started getting them for christmas every year and hoarding them eating them slow until my obsession finally went away. i went on to experience that emotion over different things other kids had that i simply could not for a long time. but that was the root of it, a fucking drive thru mcdonald’s ghiradelli caramel square 😭

My Polish ancestors from 150 years ago time-traveled to the present to make me their traditional Chinese Curry Soup With Late-harvest Vegetables (such as pumpkin and squash).

last night i dreamed of a ridiculously overpriced coffee shop that sold lox burrata (a chunk of burrata wrapped in lox and various other bagel fixings which was pretty much impossible to eat due to how squishy it was) and also bottled water that was ramp flavored (the veggie, not like a wheelchair ramp). they also had ranch flavored water. along with a matcha latte and iced coffee (which was only filled halfway), it cost $129.60 and a mandatory $19 tip. the barista also pulled out one of my back molars so i could “eat the lox burrata better” then spun around the ipad so i could tip her again for extracting my tooth (which i did not ask her to do). i did make a matcha latte when i woke up but i felt like it would be cheating to use the “actually made” flair since that’s a very normal thing to make lol

Had a dream about fruit by the food adjacent chewy candy or fruit leather filled with hazelnut spread. It stretched forever and did not rip.

I had a dream about a very small takeout place hidden in a dark alleyway in a bad neighborhood. It had a flashing neon "Open 24 Hours" sign out front, and I was visiting late at night.

I walked in and saw a man standing behind the counter with a huge papaya in one hand and a machete in the other. Loud, aggressive music was playing, and there was a picture on the wall of a man brandishing a spear.

I asked what was good. The man made a face and said "We don't have much." Then he pointed to a piece of torn poster board with the following written in marker:

Pie Yams Plantain Green salad Rice Fry potato Small fishes Roti Chicken, pumpkin, potato, goat, hippo

I asked for a hippo roti. This was an odd choice, because I'm vegan in my waking life.

The man seemed annoyed with me and said he had to check and see if there was any left.

He disappeared into the kitchen for a long time with his machete, then came back with a small bucket of gently bubbling curry with big chunks of soft and tender hippo meat floating in it. Then he chopped off a big piece of the papaya on the counter and used it as a garnish, before taking a massive roti and dropping it on top of the bucket like a sort of edible lid.

"Tear and dip," he said. "Get the juice."

I bought a bright red bottled fruit punch to enjoy with my hippo roti and went outside to eat it near some garbage cans. Sadly, I woke up before I could taste it.

Another relayed by my brother, someone told him "No, it's bad it tastes like perfect mouth copy feel', apparently it just tasted like nothing. The can was totally unmarked.

I dreamt that I walked downstairs to find my grandmother eating a dish that she called a “bank of frosticinno”. It was big (about the size of a roast turkey), and shaped like a sealed cornucopia, made out of crispy, lightly pan-fried puff pastry. The inside was filled with a sort of beef stroganoff/pot pie filling type thing, and it smelled amazing.

i had a dream i was going to a building, which was some sort of modern, Western looking high school/college, with a walkway and a brick exterior and large entrance. however, when i got inside, it was just my house, everything the same. but all the curtains were different and it was decorated for christmas. in the kitchen i found my brother baking. (this happened scenario another dream). this time he was making something that had him bent over, deeply focused on the task at hand, which a pair of tweezers, placing something. lined baking sheets and bowls covered the surface of the counters. i was telling him that the outside of the house looked completely different and to come and see it, but he shushed me and said to grab more sticks for the ‘Santa On A Sticks’, but before i could ask what he meant or bring him outside, i saw a bag of the sticks, so i just brought them up to him. as i walked up i saw what he was making. sticking out of some floral foam, so they stood upright, were a dozen sticks, topped with miniature Santa figurines. i asked him if he had made them himself, and he said they were formed out of marzipan, covered with white chocolate and other fondant decorations. i studied the Santas. they were delicately detailed; every last handmade fondant belt buckle or button was placed with precision. i watched as he brushed Santas shoes with a simple syrup to make them shine, then brushed Santas cheeks with edible pigment. the Santas looked like this https://www.ebay.com.my/itm/195390956063 and underneath his feet (which were on a solid, black non edible platform, which blended with his feet and connected into it was the simple wooden dowel.) you would hold onto the stick as you ate the edible St Nick. i admired it for a long time before he finished the last bunch and pulled out two fancy white boxes, with those cellophane windows that covered the top and one of the side panels, and started placing them in, in a sort of ring in a shallow dish. i asked where they were going, he simply said, “the bakery”. eventually all of them were now inside of the boxes and i helped him take them out to the door. when we went outside the house looked normal again.

Last night I dreamed I was staying at a hotel alone. The buffet breakfast had piles of beautiful pastries; chocolate croissants, donuts, danishes, dozens of different types of pastry. Probably some other food too that I didn't notice because of the mountain of perfect croissants in front of me. Like how a hotel breakfast might be if it wasn't practically required to be mediocre. But while the other guests and I were milling around eating the food, Jack Black got up on a little stage at the side of the room and started holding a concert. I kept eating but now it was really loud and there were a bunch of people headbanging for some reason.

Enemy pie, sometimes known as sandwich pie, is pie made outta sandwiches. The interior of the pie is just jam packed with sandwiches. Each slice is a different sandwich. TurkeyGoat sub, onion and drywall, fettuccini alfredonk, all the classic sammies. They’re all suspended in jello inside the pie so the insides won’t drip out. This is very important for structural integrity. So you sit your enemy down to cut them a slice of sammie pie. Pick your flavor, you say to them, whatever flavor you want. They say Captain Crunch n dingleberries or whatever. You spin the pie around hella fast like spin the bottle. It’ll land on whatever flavor they desire. So you cut them a slice. It’s not the flavor they chose. Not a dingleberry in sight. Only mayo, mustard, and drill bits. DRILL BIT SAMMIES! you yell out and draw your weapon. To startle the enemy, you see. And now the war has begun. Armies will assemble, soldiers will die, uneaten sandwiches will wither away into the never-ending void. No one will win. What kind of fucked up world are we bringing our children into. Can’t even win a goddamn pie war these days. Back in my day we ate our dingleberry drywall with dignity and we fuckin liked it. Get off my lawn.

Taco Bell released these meatballs that were filled with crunchy nachos(somehow were not soggy), avocado, tomato, cheese, and other stuff I couldn’t identify. It has a sauce but I couldn’t tell what it was. It was super yummy hopefully taco bell sees this and makes them 😋