Freaky Friday

Italians are extremely superstitious. I'm half Italian, so I'm half superstitious and half practical. For the past two nights I've had the most lucid dreams and neither one makes any sense--a starving baby, nakedness and a drowning cruise ship . . . I've played them over and over in my head and all I can figure out is that they are just weird and creepy. I'm torn between trying to find the meaning and just saying the hell with it, it's probably just because of this Inception talk.

So to take my mind off my bad dreams, I've daydreaming of my Mangia kitchen. I hope everyone has a great weekend!

 

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