comfort food is at the center of it all....

Gosh, the dreams I have had....last night:
in one I was 20 and at a restaurant and a woman stranger comes out of nowhere and  buys me lunch...then kisses me across the table and sits down next to me, whoa! Where did that come from?
FURTHER, I dreamt I was running a hot truck, you know, lunch on wheels?  I made and sold greasy sh!t like to kids at little league games.  In my dream, SINCE I WOULD NOT EAT MY OWN FOOD, I told these kids midgame I was gonna go get my own dinner, back later, but they all followed me down the street yelling they needed their fried onion rings and burgers....

Ahem.  Flowers on prettily rounded pots:  that is comfort food for the eye...

(new pottery by Gary Rith)