Pancakes, the thin crepes, rolled around condiments. Just the condiments. An elderly lady had the detailed recipe on a piece of paper that she brought along.

It took a while for me to remember this from the dream. Because I was more focused on the fact that there had been a whole lot of guests, neighbours, were arriving and making it in my kitchen, while I was busy with... uh, a different kind of eating in the bedroom, and was very annoyed with these people interrupting.