We thought we'd missed it, perhaps escaped it or bypassed it. But no. It's here.
Okay, so there have been a few general taste shifts in pregnancy. I now love eggs having previously liked them occasionally. I love cooked mushrooms, when I used to pick them out of food, enjoying the flavour, but not the texture. I used to like fish and now we have it at least once a week and it's generally regarded as the best flavor sensation in the world. If you need a recipe for cooking salmon, let me know.
But aside from these little changes, like for two months hating the thought of chicken, I've avoided cravings. Oh, sure, I was highly susceptible to suggestion. Talk about chocolate cake for two minutes and all I wanted was chocolate cake. Or to vomit.
Now it's all changed. On Tuesday night we were all set to have chicken curry when suddenly all I needed out of life was a ridiculous amount of dim sims, wontons or similar. We decided to have the chicken curry last night, but all I wanted out of life was a chicken pizza. I don't normally like chicken on pizza. We pan fried the chicken and made a delightful healthy pizza with other toppings such as celery, spinach, zucchini and green pepper (capsicum for you southerners). And it was so good. I even ate much of the chicken right out of the pan.
Adrian was reading a bit in bed last night, a book by Joel Salatin about sustainable and healthy farming, and he read a quote about McDonald's and Taco Bell. Suddenly, I needed a taco. Needed. I couldn't sleep for awhile thinking about them. I know that Taco Bell beef is not what you'd consider the cream o' the crop, but I wanted one. Or, to be honest, about five tacos. Nevermind the fact that I'd recently finished my healthy mixed berry smoothie.
We're having tacos for dinner. Unless life requires something else by then.