Wacky Dream Wednesday

In my dream we had acquired an android personal assistant. She was horse-faced and spare, in her 50s.

I had butchered some animal or other.  After doing the main cuts, I had a number of scraps left which I had crammed into a large ziploc or freezer bag, something of that kind.

She came to me very worried.  She said that multiple sources claimed that packaged food was bad for you, and my meat scraps were clearly packaged food.

I explained that I was going to remove the  meat from the package before I cooked it, so it would no longer be packaged food.

This mollified her.