query + dream

Can anyone recommend me a really good cookbook centering on Indian food? Authenticity a plus; geographical range a plus, although a tight focus on one particular area would be all right. Most of the household is omnivorous, so something with both meat and vegetable dishes would be best.

Changing the subject entirely, I had a dream the other night that continues to astound me. Ruth and I were on vacation and staying in a hotel somewhere, and it was night, and she was asleep and I was sitting next to her in bed reading. She'd brought her childhood copy of The Silver Chair along, and I decided it had been too long since I reread that, so I got it out, only to discover that it was very thoroughly not as I remembered it. It was... the best way I can describe it is a Boy's Own Adventure Story. It had elements of Edgar Rice Burroughs, only nowhere near as well written. It centered on Prince Corin of Archenland, and there were dimensional portals all over the place, and Eustace did not appear in any way.

So I was finding this highly unsatisfactory, and wondering whether I'd been hallucinating the version of the book that I've known all my life, and I started to examine the book to see what was up. I noticed that the copyright date was 1960, which is of course much later than the copyright date of The Silver Chair, so I knew something was up, and through dint of careful examination I found out what it was-- for some odd reason the copyright of the book had been transferred to Pauline Baynes, the illustrator, and she had totally rewritten it.

At this point, I poked Ruth and asked her whether she'd ever read a different copy of The Silver Chair, and she said sleepily that she hadn't, which was why she hardly ever reread that one, because it just wasn't as good. I informed her that regardless of what we had been intending to do the next day, we were going to go directly to a bookstore and then she was going to sit down and read the actual book.

Then I used the hotel wireless to get online and ask the internet about the copy I was holding, at which point people informed me that of course the copyright thing had been straightened out very quickly and copyright had reverted to Lewis's estate and so we should hold onto this book because it was very rare and valuable.

Then I woke up, and thought three things in quick succession:

1) Pauline Baynes would never do that. My subconscious is a slanderer, gahhh.
2) Also 1960 was before Lewis died, so all this is wildly unrealistic anyway. (Yes, I thought those words, 'wildly unrealistic'.)
3) (At this point I was starting to be actually awake.) I know the copyright date of The Silver Chair in my sleep? What the hell?

Apparently so.

How odd.

query + dream

Can anyone recommend me a really good cookbook centering on Indian food? Authenticity a plus; geographical range a plus, although a tight focus on one particular area would be all right. Most of the household is omnivorous, so something with both meat and vegetable dishes would be best.

Changing the subject entirely, I had a dream the other night that continues to astound me. Ruth and I were on vacation and staying in a hotel somewhere, and it was night, and she was asleep and I was sitting next to her in bed reading. She'd brought her childhood copy of The Silver Chair along, and I decided it had been too long since I reread that, so I got it out, only to discover that it was very thoroughly not as I remembered it. It was... the best way I can describe it is a Boy's Own Adventure Story. It had elements of Edgar Rice Burroughs, only nowhere near as well written. It centered on Prince Corin of Archenland, and there were dimensional portals all over the place, and Eustace did not appear in any way.

So I was finding this highly unsatisfactory, and wondering whether I'd been hallucinating the version of the book that I've known all my life, and I started to examine the book to see what was up. I noticed that the copyright date was 1960, which is of course much later than the copyright date of The Silver Chair, so I knew something was up, and through dint of careful examination I found out what it was-- for some odd reason the copyright of the book had been transferred to Pauline Baynes, the illustrator, and she had totally rewritten it.

At this point, I poked Ruth and asked her whether she'd ever read a different copy of The Silver Chair, and she said sleepily that she hadn't, which was why she hardly ever reread that one, because it just wasn't as good. I informed her that regardless of what we had been intending to do the next day, we were going to go directly to a bookstore and then she was going to sit down and read the actual book.

Then I used the hotel wireless to get online and ask the internet about the copy I was holding, at which point people informed me that of course the copyright thing had been straightened out very quickly and copyright had reverted to Lewis's estate and so we should hold onto this book because it was very rare and valuable.

Then I woke up, and thought three things in quick succession:

1) Pauline Baynes would never do that. My subconscious is a slanderer, gahhh.
2) Also 1960 was before Lewis died, so all this is wildly unrealistic anyway. (Yes, I thought those words, 'wildly unrealistic'.)
3) (At this point I was starting to be actually awake.) I know the copyright date of The Silver Chair in my sleep? What the hell?

Apparently so.

How odd.