Last night I had a really great dream. Here goes. I was working in a bar or maybe I owned the bar this part isn't really clear and I came up with the best rakiya cocktail recipe ever. People loved it. It was beautiful, tasty and modern. I served it out of beautiful glasses and it received lots of ohhs and ahhs.

I woke up this morning unable to remember the recipe.

Then in the shower still thinking about the dream, I realized that Bulgarians would hate this drink. A rakiya cocktail?! That seems about as close to blasphemy as you can get in these parts. People drink rakiya straight--maybe with ice, maybe not--and definitely with a salad.

Good-bye dreams of rakiya cocktails.

Thoughts of rakiya lead me to thoughts of sirene cheese and from sirene cheese the jump to banitsa is not so far at all.

Banitsa.

I got off the 111 bus this morning thinking about banitsa and wondering why there's no shop between the bus stop and school that sells banitsa. It's a crime really.

That's when I came up with this great idea.

The police men who guard the front gate of campus should also sell banitsa. First of all it would be delicious. Second of all, they do a lot of standing around so this seems like a nice multitasking option. And finally they could set their shop up in such a way that it's like many airports. After you pass through security, you're funneled directly into duty free in the hopes that walking through the shop will inspire you to buy alcohol, cigarettes or perfume.

This new set-up would be good for both you and me. Can we make this happen?