I learned a long time ago not to bring up my dreams or nightmares in conversation. No matter how interesting I find them, sharing them will only lead to public shame.
Maybe it’s because my dreams tend to be a tad more bizarre than other people’s. Driving on the wrong side of the road may qualify as a crazy dream to the average person, but not to me. Try driving a duck under water on Mars. Point being, my dreams get pretty weird.
Sometimes I become so involved that dreaming feels more real than being awake. Other times my dream is just so fascinating, I don’t want to wake up at all.
Take this past week, for example. I’ve been having this wonderful recurring dream that I don’t want to end. It starts with me walking through my house looking for something. I check all the doors and hallways one by one. Everything is looking the same, when I suddenly see this bright new door.
I rush to open it, and, lo and behold, I find myself in a room I’ve never seen before, a room decked out with all my favorite things. It’s a wonderful feeling, finding a new room in a place where I’ve lived for years. But, sadly, I always wake up, and the feeling fades with the knowledge that it was all “just a dream.”
Imagine my delight today when, fully awake, I experienced that feeling again. And this time no alarm clock was there to bring me back to reality. Here, in the city I’ve lived in for years, I found a new room. Just when I thought I’d memorized every nook and cranny of Lake Charles, I stumble across the Bekery.
I pulled up beside the shiny new shop and looked out over its lovely outdoor garden, where people were sipping tea and picking apart scones and muffins amidst the flowers.
I nearly pinched myself, just to double check.
I walked into a clean, white room that smelled of warm cinnamon drizzle and freshly baked bread. Classy black trim lined the decor, and a smiling baker who called herself Becca walked out to greet me.
I ordered a nice mixture of things — one Muenster quiche, an iced brownie, a blueberry scone and a berry muffin, all of which totaled a smidge over $10. Each item on the menu costs less than $3, which I found an incredible price for the size. Devin quickly snapped the food pictures so we could dig in.
I decided to go for the Muenster quiche first to respect the whole savory-then-sweet rule. I’m still unsure what Muenster cheese actually is, but I don’t need to know. I know it’s delicious and that everyone should immediately go to the Bekery to experience this flavor explosion.
The quiche’s flaky exterior was filled with a fluffy Muenster middle and topped with a light layer of crispy cheese. I’m not sure Devin even got a bite.
Next was the brownie, the dish Devin could not stay quiet about while I was trying to savor my savory quiche. “It’s like cake, but like fudge, too,” he said. “Dark and delicious,” he said. Finally, I tried for myself.
Most brownies and cookies contain too much sugar and end up losing that dark cocoa flavor. But this one retained its natural chocolaty goodness. I’m afraid it may have turned me off all store-brought brownies for good.
Next was the muffin and scone, which was a discovery all its own. They both had that homemade, flour-dusted flavor, and truly did “melt in my mouth.” I don’t think I even had to chew.
I’ve always discounted the theory that dreams can tell the future, but in this case I’m not sure. Maybe my subconscious knew that I was about to find a “new room” in my home city, a place that really did have all my favorite things, even ones like Muenster cheese that I didn’t know about yet. Or maybe my psyche was just telling me it was time to go out and find a new room for myself.
Either way, I’m glad my crazy dreams led me to the Bekery’s doorstep. Hopefully this time, sharing my dream and subsequent food experience with you was a good idea. If it leads you over to the Bekery’s doorstep, than I can rest assured it was.
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