I dreamed the other night that FI and I were on a reality show. It was like Survivor meets Iron Chef.
You're dropped off on an island with 12 hours to make a gourmet meal. You're given a pocket knife and a book of matches, basically. You have to find, kill, skin and cook your meat, find and dig up vegetables, etc etc. They don't give you a skillet, spatula, anything.
So here I am in this tropical paradise hunting down a pig because I'm thinking I'll make braised pork I guess. Meanwhile FI is digging up onions and other root vegetables to be seasoning and sides for the pork.
SUCH a weird dream.