In one of my dreams, a companion and I are seated at a table on the trellis-enclosed patio of a small inn. It is dusk, and gentle serving women appear before the evening meal, walking gracefully and slowly among the tables. Each woman bears a tray that hangs from around her neck, held with a colored ribbon; each tray holds small bowls filled with different fragrant, tempting, powders or tiny seeds. As she pauses at your table, you may choose one spice from among the woman’s offerings. Every spice has its own legend that it is associated with and from which it has sprung, and after you make your selection you will be told the tale of your chosen spice, and later, you can sprinkle that legendary spice upon your meal.