Pregnancy cravings are no joke. On my way home for lunch a couple of days ago, I had to stop at the gas station near our house to pick up some hand sanitizer for Robert. He's been sick and is trying to prevent passing it along to me.
I went into the gas station for hand sanitizer and I left with Twinkies, zebra cakes, Swiss cake rolls and loaded baked potato chips, in addition to the hand sanitizer. I guess the advice to never shop hungry would have been good to follow here.
I'm pretty sure the check-out guy was judging me. I played it cool, but inside Chris Farley's SNL "Gap Girl" character was screaming, "Leave me alone, I'm STARVING!"
It's like a fat girl hijacked my body and my wallet. It sure wasn't me, because I've never been much of a sweet eater.
I waddled out of there with a big grin on my face trying to decide what I would indulge in first.
The chips won.
This morning I woke up with an intense craving for fish sticks. I was sitting at work, early in the morning when places were still serving only breakfast, and all I could think about was FISH STICKS!!
Instead of concentrating on work, I was concentrating on how I could get some fish...should I go to the grocery store? What brand is best there? Will it take too long to bake them? Will they be crispy? Maybe...so who serves fast food fish around here? Which restaurant is closest? I wonder when they start serving lunch...
I got off work at noon today, because tomorrow is Christmas Eve. On my way home I stopped at McDonald's and ordered two fish sandwiches (and some lunch for Robert, because he's gotta eat too).
When I got to the house I took 1/2 of each bun off of each sandwich (the side of the bun without the tartar sauce) and put the sandwiches together to make a glorious double-decker fish sandwich.
It was the best tasting sandwich in the entire world, everything I had hoped it would be and more. And now I want another...