It was an excerpt of Anthony Bourdain's book Medium Raw that prompted the dream. In the excerpt, he described eating an ortolan.
In the dream, I was raising the little birds in my garage. I'd quit my job and was selling them for about $200 a pop.
Someone I knew, who has always wanted to be seen as sophisticated and worldly, found out and asked me if he could have one. I explained that they paid my bills, but if he had something that was worth $200, that he could just give me, we'd be good.
And, in the dream, just as the little birds were brought to the table inside their little potato sarcophagi, the first thing he did was douse it in salt.
Anyway, the dream got me thinking about heist movies and food. There's a lot of expensive food out there, from tuna to truffles to wasabi.
I have a little movie in my head.
It starts with a small-time drug-dealer who's dealing out of a sandwich shop. His supplier quits and moves to wasabi (pays just as good. Uses the same equipment. They don't take your house over it.), so he gets into this underworld of food.
The final scene, in my head, is a raid on the ortolan breeder. The set-up (a garage, like in the dream) has a trap door and a fog-horn. In a panic situation, the trap-door opens and the fog-horn sounds, releasing and dispersing the birds. No evidence? No case.
Our heroes talk about how maybe the birds will adapt to the U.S. Hey, the barn-sparrow is an invasive species. Maybe they won't be endangered after all.
The final scene is one in the mouth of a cat.
In the dream, I was raising the little birds in my garage. I'd quit my job and was selling them for about $200 a pop.
Someone I knew, who has always wanted to be seen as sophisticated and worldly, found out and asked me if he could have one. I explained that they paid my bills, but if he had something that was worth $200, that he could just give me, we'd be good.
And, in the dream, just as the little birds were brought to the table inside their little potato sarcophagi, the first thing he did was douse it in salt.
Anyway, the dream got me thinking about heist movies and food. There's a lot of expensive food out there, from tuna to truffles to wasabi.
I have a little movie in my head.
It starts with a small-time drug-dealer who's dealing out of a sandwich shop. His supplier quits and moves to wasabi (pays just as good. Uses the same equipment. They don't take your house over it.), so he gets into this underworld of food.
The final scene, in my head, is a raid on the ortolan breeder. The set-up (a garage, like in the dream) has a trap door and a fog-horn. In a panic situation, the trap-door opens and the fog-horn sounds, releasing and dispersing the birds. No evidence? No case.
Our heroes talk about how maybe the birds will adapt to the U.S. Hey, the barn-sparrow is an invasive species. Maybe they won't be endangered after all.
The final scene is one in the mouth of a cat.
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Date: 2013-02-22 08:19 pm (UTC)