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I was cooking dinner. I was with someone who resembled no one I knew but who I understood to be my girlfriend. We were cooking in this marvelous fridge/oven/grill contraption. We would throw something we'd want to cook on the top, it would cook, and after a little while we'd collect it from the bottom. It'd come out cooked as if it'd been fried on a skillet.

We started with sausages. After I put some sausages in and took them out of the bottom a few minutes later, I worried that it wouldn't cook what we wanted to cook or that it wouldn't keep the other food cold. But it did work just fine, so we kept on cooking.

My brother walked in and dropped a bunch of vegetables in the top, then wandered off. Which reminded me that I wanted something other than sausage, and fried vegetables seemed good. So I went off and got some more vegetables from the basement and laid them out at the top. I wanted eggs too, so I took some out of the fridge, cracked them open, and poured them out on the top.

I did all of this food preparation, but I never got to eat. It might be worth going back into my dreams to try to recover this miraculous technology.

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Adam said…
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Best wishes to you.

Adam
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