Rêve bizarre...

Me (amused, grinning like a mad cat) - I don't really know what I'm doing...
Him (serious) - Does it matter ?
Me (completely out of the blue) - No, it should be fine except I want to warn you that I'm gonna mix banana with mustard: this sandwich will be utterly stinky!
Him (not dejected at all)- Ah... Well it doesn't bother me you know. Anyway, I can't smell anything, I got a cold remember? But I was thinking of adding vanilla to my baguette: wanna try it?
Me (carefully choosing the proper ingredients as well as some proper words to say) - Sorry, I'm... kinda busy dealing with my fresh home-made mix at the moment. Just help yourself with stuff.
Him - Ok, well... tell me when you're done and we'll exchange recipies!

A few moments later (or bites later, rather):

Me (still savouring the sandwich): Actually chocolate and mustard do taste good together. A bit spuffy but still... an eatable mix!
Him (with a chuckle)- Yes, I found my little treat extremely pleasurable for the tooth too! Who knew mushrooms would taste good with vanilla and ketchup?!!
Together (smiling through bites)- I think we're crazy!!
Me - Well, yes, crazy is a good adjective to describe the situation
Him - Well yeah... we can settle for "crazy" to explain that funky meal out session, right.
Me (still hungry) - I can't wait for breakfast!
Him (licking vanilla cream off his fingers) - Me neither: gosh, we're going to make ourselves so many other fantastic dishes!!
Together (quite anxiously) - And You'd better tell me all about your discoveries!
Together again (must be the digestion, because we're quite dizzy)- sure honey!
Him (suddenly serious) : well, sorry, you're the one liking honey and having sore throats babe, so I suggest you call me sugar!
Me (enjoying his babble) - ok sugar, let's meet soon!!
Him (always eager to make a pun) - yep, and over a good plate of meat this time.
Me (cheerful) - You bet! Of course! Let's meet for meat. Well, you know, over a decent and proper piece of meat that is!
Him - I'll Always undershtaun'ya, hon.
Me I contently wave back at his vanishing form, reluctantly drifting back to... reality

La fin de mon rêve s'arrête là. Mais la faim persiste. Depuis que je suis revenue en France, je mange comme quatre. Sans rire ça me fait peur. Le pire c'est que la réalité n'est pas loin du rêve: il peut m'arriver d'alterner le sucré et le salé sans que ça me lasse. Bien au contraire ! J'ai faim! Au pays de la gastronomie, si je ne contrôle pas mon appétit je vais finir par avoir une gastro.

En attendant c'était sympa de parler à mon significant other (du moins pour tout ce qui concerne la bouffe) en rêve. Beau rêve que j'ai fait!