‘Cept, right now, I love them. I crave them. I want to bring big, fat ones home and stuff them with gorgonzola cheese and devour them. It’s all I’ve been able to think about for the past hour. I want stuffed green olives. NOW.
I know, I know. This is one of the downsides of pregnancy – wanting foods you normally hate. Wanting them obsessively. About a month ago it was biscuits from KFC. I couldn’t get enough of them. Thank goodness that one passed. All along it’s been fruit too. Lots and lots and lots of fruit. At least it’s on the healthier side.
With Will, it was salt. Lots and lots of salt. A little secret? I bought frozen hot pretzels and ate the large grains of salt out of the package sans pretzel. Weird, I know. He also made me crave sausage and pepper grinders. I can’t tell you how many of those I consumed.
None of this is making me feel any better. Still want those tasty little stuffed olives . . . mmmm . . . where’s my husband? I think he needs to run out to the store.
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