I was visiting my parent's new house (my Dad can move every 3-8 years), and worrying about their neighborhood and all the random stuff lying around their house not yet put away (that would be... my house right now).
On the front porch, there is an offering from a meat company (says the business card) in a covered container. Unidentifiable, dry-looking patties of some kind. Ew. In another covered container are some waffles. And I'm all, "How stupid do these people think I am? I'm going to eat food they leave on my porch just because it's free?"
But next to the door is another covered container, and I open that and-- "Ooooh... french toast."
Fortunately, the dream ended before I could do more than pick up the pieces to carry inside. Because apparently I'm such a h0r for French Toast that I leave all sense behind when I see it :0.