Last week, in the midst of St Patrick's Day food specials
at the grocery store, I had a dream about hot cross buns.
In the dream, I was at the store, and asked at the deli
counter about when they would start carrying hot
cross buns. The woman behind the counter said, "Oh,
we have jellied eels!" and she pointed to a neatly
arranged tray of lengths of the aforementioned.
"Jellied eels are not the same thing as hot cross buns!"
I exclaimed. "But they are AUTHENTIC!" she said.
"Still not the same thing!" I said with growing concern.
"Well, this year, we're carrying eels, instead of buns.
Here, try one!" and she held up this limp, slimey, length
of unmentionableness. ((Shudder!))
I did ponder, upon waking, about the meaning of a dream
where one Victorian delicacy takes the place of another,
but couldn't find anything of any significance
But today, today at the store, look!
Hot Cross Buns! Now, with less jellied eel! Joy!