La Boutique Obscure: 124 Dreams

No. 42: January 1971

Making the meal

Z. is throwing a party for a friend. On the other side of a small partition, we — i.e., me supervising a crowd of kitchen hands — are making dinner. We’re in high spirits, we’re singing. I’m making some kind of cream, mayonnaise or flan, using lots of ingredients out of boxes: how easy this is! How appetizing!

But — maybe later, at the end — a small animal comes and eats from the plate.

I’m very cheerful. I am the fool, the favored entertainer.