Ryan Gosling wants to taste my….pesto?


Last night I watched the movie Crazy, Stupid, Love.  If you haven’t seen it, I recommend it for its well-written dialogue and a very good cast.  It’s funny and touching and relatable.  But the best part of the movie is Ryan Gosling.  I do like Steve Carell, but not in the same way.  Sorry Steve.

disclaimer: obviously, I didn’t take this photo.

This morning my eyes opened suddenly when I realized I had made the most ridiculous dream mistake ever.  My dream unfolded as follows:

I get into an elevator and Ryan Gosling (as himself) is already there.  He’s looking pretty hot.

Let me clarify.  Not pre-crazy Mel Gibson from the 80s hot or Tom Selleck from Magnum P.I. hot (yes, I have a crush on Tom Selleck).  I mean hotter than the metal buckle of a carseat harness that’s inside a black car parked on a blacktop, rooftop parking garage on a sweltering summer afternoon.  Am I painting a picture for you?  By the way, I think Mr. Gosling is an attractive guy, but for some reason in my dream he was exponentially more attractive to me.

disclaimer: wish I took this photo, but (sigh) I didn’t.

I’m looking cute, too (thank goodness – nothing worse than a dream about a sexy guy if you’re not looking sexy).  I’m standing there trying to look straight ahead, so as not to inflate his ego. (I like a little ego in a man but not too much. And let’s face it, a famous actor that many women would offer up their wombs to is probably going to be a tad big for his britches).  Of course I can’t help myself and glance over at him.  He catches me checking him out.

“I’m trying to decide what shade of red my face must be right now,”  I say.

“That’s ok, don’t be embarrassed,” he says, and steps closer to me.

“I make a great pesto.  Do you like pesto?”  I ask.

“Basil is my favorite herb,” he grins.

(Huh? Why the heck are we chatting about herbs?!)

“Would you mind sharing your recipe?” he asks, and then he leans in for a kiss.  (Take me to dinner first, would you?)

(At this point I’m having a split-personality dream because what I’m about to do next is bat-dung-crazy.  My conscience was clearly weaseling its way in so “Dream Lindsay” was unable to be “Bad Lindsay”.)

As he’s using his best moves to get some of this sugar I put my hands on his (firm, defined) chest and say, “Sorry, Ryan.  I’m married.”

Ryan Gosling grins that boyish grin, “Does he have to know?”

For some reason a jar of pesto sauce appears in my hand and I say, “Please enjoy my pesto.”

Then I woke up.  Are you kidding me???  Even in my dreams I’m honest and faithful and apparently a good cook!  As for the significance of a popular italian pasta sauce, your guess is as good as mine.  I’ll post my pesto recipe soon and you can let me know if it’s Ryan Gosling worthy.

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8 thoughts on “Ryan Gosling wants to taste my….pesto?

  1. First of all….beautiful site and Congrats! Can’t wait to read all your funny stories and yummy recipes! Second, I saw this movie last week and LOVED it ! Has to be one of my favorite movies I have seen in a while….Ryan’s not bad either 😉 ! XO

  2. hahaha! love this! i totally had a random dream with Cory Montieth, and we were chatting about canadian coins. This was great, I can’t wait to read more of your blog!

  3. Suddenly, pesto seems edgy! Thanks for the laugh.

  4. “I make a great pesto. Do you like pesto?”

    That is an EXCELLENT pick-up line!! (I’m saying it in my mind with perfect timing: “Do you like – 1, 2, 3 – pesto?”)

    I may need to borrow it for my next novel. I’ll put a little asterisk above it, Mama, and give you full credit. 😉

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