As beckyfeld likes to say, my brain is a strange place.
I was making lunch on Sunday and complained to Becky that I could not get the Carmina Burana out of my head, particularly the famous bit that gets played as part of every movie trailer or preview that needs dramatic music. "Why is that piece going through your head?" Asked Becky. "Because of what I am making for lunch," I replied.
Who can tell me what I was making for lunch?