I dreamt I was an amazing painter. Last night, circa 12am, I threw paint on the canvas and things beyond my imagination (and much, much beyond my skill level) appeared: blooming flowers, bursting sunrises, and close friends. When the painting was finished, I flew (wings and all) to a vineyard in Tuscany for some vino with my sister, Caitlin. A pretty awesome dream, right?
The funny thing is how dream-like things kept occurring throughout the day. Jon and I visited the Artisan Parade of Homes, and we pretended to be the Mr. & Mrs. of some of Minneapolis’s finest addresses. We probably won’t be purchasing any of *those* homes, but we did get business cards from a couple architecture firms 🙂
Last but definitely not least, I made some blackberry cream cheese bites worthy of Top Chef. I’ve never claimed to be a master in the kitchen, but the sweet treats have me feeling pretty excited about my kitchen skills.
If you’re feeling lazy but need a recipe to impress the masses, try this: put blackberry jam and cream-cheese inside a pillsbury crescent, wrap it up, bake inside a mini muffin tin, and then top with a blackberry. Voilà!