When the cats awakened me this morning demanding breakfast, there was a word in my head. It was an unfamiliar word. I repeated it to myself so I would not forget it. I fed the cats and went back to sleep.
When I awoke several hours later, I still remembered the word. I looked it up and found it was a real word. For the life of me, I can not recall ever encountering this word before.
The word is Rocambole.
How did this word get in my head?
Update: Of course I had encountered this word before. So now the question becomes: What was my dreaming brain trying to tell me?
2 comments:
That you are not doing nearly enough cooking, perhaps. Maybe your brain will start giving you full recipes soon.
The funny thing is, when I had previously encountered Rocambole, it was in the non-culinary sense of the word. Had I not had this experience, I would have never known that it was also a kind of garlic.
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