Cravings

I’ve been asked a lot if I have any interesting cravings, and people always seem so disappointed when I don’t have fun stories of sending Joe out at midnight for pickles. I have to admit that I’m a little disappointed too. I mean, of all the things that go along with pregnancy, cravings were the one that actually sounded sort of fun. But no such luck. There is no denying that I eat more dessert now than usual, but it isn’t that I want chocolate cake any more than ever, just that I actually let myself eat it.

So when the past couple weeks I’ve noticed myself putting together some pretty odd meals (a whole can of canned peaches along with a cup of strawberry yogurt for dinner one night, for example), I thought maybe cravings were finally kicking in. But there was something eerily familiar about these meals. And then the flashbacks started. I remembered eating a can of canned green beans (possibly straight from the can) for dinner one night, weeks on end of rice with soy sauce, and many a night with a bowl of Cheerios. Oh, that’s right—college. Apparently that is just what my diet becomes when I’m left to my own devices and no one else to consider for too many meals in a row.

And so I sit here writing while eating my dinner of frozen fried fish fillets and rosemary-garlic potatoes, knowing that when Joe is back home I’ll start eating like a normal person again. Oh well.