Say...Cheese?

I woke up very early this morning (meaning, the middle of the blasted night) with this word resounding in my head: marscapone. No associated dream imagery, nothing at all connected to it, just: marscapone. It was so weird, it woke me up more than it probably should have, and then I had trouble getting back to sleep. Every time I began to drift off, I heard it again: marscapone.

I can think of better uses of dream time. Really, I can.