GETTING MY GOAT Last night I dreamed I was shopping in a huge supermarket. It reminded me of Harrod's in London. The butcher shop was vast, with counters and refrigerated display cases lining the four walls, so there was a large tiled open space in the center. The interesting thing about this was that on a display counter were the severed heads of all the different animals that provided the meat, so by looking at the heads I knew what the shop offered. All sorts of animals were represented, from cows to sheep and even to camels!
But one head caught my eye. It was a brown-haired horned goat. "Hmm!" I said. "Goat! Now that's something I would like to try." So I walked around the shop looking for the goat meat. Suddenly I heard a squeal, such as an animal would make while being butchered alive. "Oh no!" I thought. "They kill the animals right here on the floor?" But it was not an animal. It was a very misbehaved little boy, whose mother was making him try a sample of the barbecued meat that a young worker was carrying on a tray. I walked over to see what sort of meat was being offered in the free sample. To my surprise it was barbecued goat! So I tasted the sample. It was really good. So I told the butcher I wanted a pound of goat meat to take home to my family. Actually I have tasted goat meat, but it was overcooked and tough. In my dream I planned to tenderize the hell out of the goat before cooking it up. I remembered that much from life experience. So I bought a pound of goat and took it home. Then I woke up. And there you have it. I even dream about cooking!
I never have eaten Camel. I had seen the front of Harrods on December 31, 1984 two weeks after the IRA bombing. I never went inside but the outside was immaculate. You couldn't detect that anything had happened.
@Pfuzylogic: I've been to Harrod's on two occasions. Maybe that's why the butcher shop in my dream vaguely resembled the one in Harrod's,but without the animal heads on the counter.
