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Last night I had a dream I was spending a week at Tony Bordain's beach house. It was New Year's Eve. A lot of people were with me. In my dream I knew them but I can't remember who they are now. Tony Bordain had a crush on me. I was thinking that I should write him a thank-you note for letting me crash at his beach house all week. I made a side salad. It was made from some kind of grain. When cooked it was black and white. It sort of looked like a cross between quinoa and cooked wild rice. In the side salad I added some bleu cheese cut in 1" squares and some kind of fruit. I also added some chopped up romaine lettuce. I tried and tried but I couldn't get the salad to mix together. The grains kept clumping in one end of the giant lexan container I made the salad in. I got annoyed with not being able to mix the salad so I put a little bit of each component of the salad onto a big spoon and gave it to Tony Bordain to try. He said he liked it so much he was going to add it to the menu of his restaurant. He handed me a piece of paper and told me to write the recipe exactly on the spot he was pointing to on the paper. I tried to write the recipe on that spot but I ran out of room and gave Tony Bordain an incomplete recipe. He still had a crush on me, though.
* I took this picture of Tony Bordain. It was at a restaurant in the complex by the building I work in. A coworker and I sat outside the restaurant and listened to him answer questions from an audience who paid a lot of money to eat a meal in a restaurant at the same time as him then listen to him speak. My co-worker and I brought our own lunches and saw the whole thing for free.
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