Craving

I noted recently that I’m slowly climbing out of the first trimester funk. With that, my appetite is returning with a vengeance. There were a few times with my previous pregnancies where I’d long for a certain food. Perhaps I’d dream of it and wake with a memory of a taste or a longing for the way it would feel.

Until recently I have never dealt with the feelings of, “I must have this food or there will be hell to pay.” This morning was a prime example. I opened the fridge to retrieve some eggs for the boys. My gaze landed on the sirloin tip roast from last night and suddenly I could think of nothing else. Nothing except what would be the perfect accompaniment, of course.

It’s a good thing we had tomatoes. I’d hate to arrive at Kurios Farms before eight in the morning begging Juanita for tomatoes, “I hate to bother you, but you see this is an emergency!”

So is it really that strange to start off the day with a plate of roast beef with horseradish and a side of tomatoes lightly sauteed in olive oil sprinkled with cracked black pepper? If so, keep it to yourself, I’m in heaven.

Would someone mind refreshing my coffee?