When I was young I thought pregnant women lived off of ice cream and pickles.
I could not wait to grow up and get pregnant!
I mean ice cream and pickles!
That was my kind of meal. :)
As I got older I started to understand what cravings actually meant.
The one thing that tipped me off that I was pregnant was that things smelled different …really different.
And it was not for the better either.
I also remember guzzling pickle juice.
I was already a massive fan of pickles and olives.
It was not a stretch for me to be standing at the refrigerator, door wide open and me tossing back green olives, crisp pickle spears and taking a swing of the juice without even being pregnant.
I do not ask Thor to make midnight runs to Kroger for a pint of Graeters Black Cherry Ice Cream.
I do linger a lot longer in the ice cream aisle, though. ;)
Instead, I send out the bat signal to my friends who live in areas that carry Entenmann’s Chocolate Donuts.
I beg them to overnight a few boxes via FedEx.
I grew up on those things.
Long Island summers filled with great bakeries, fresh bagels and endless Entenmann’s.
I loved the blue & white thin rope that they would tie tightly around a stack of coffee cakes & chocolate donuts.
Yesterday I was craving the bread from Ciao Bella’s.
I love to dip the bread in my leftover salad dressing.
And I’m craving the sauce that comes with their Seafood Cannelloni.
Random I know.
I can not help it.
Today was a Renee’s Sandwich Shop day.
Best grilled cheese in town, in my opinion. ;)
Gone are the days of craving just pickles and ice cream I guess. :)