Banana Pancakes – Jack Johnson

let me first say that my kid hates jack johnson. who could possibly hate jack johnson? he's so mellow and earth-friendly and doesn't seem to inspire crazed reactions of any sort. but emerson? can't stand his music. weird. and actually, banana pancakes sound really good right now.

speaking of cravings. what the hell is up with that? last time around, i thought the stories of weird cravings and women sending people out for things at all hours of the night were just ridiculous. i mean, WHO WOULD DO THAT? i craved mexican and thai food, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary. i crave mexican and thai pretty much every day of my life. that old crap about pickles & ice cream? whatever. totally stupid.

and i maintain that pickles & ice cream still sound disgusting and wrong. HOWEVER, the cravings are here. in a big way. all i wanted for like six weeks was chinese food. egg drop soup, Szechuan veggies, lo mein, all that stuff. the thing i wanted the very, very most? mu shu veggies. but you know what? i can’t find a damn restaurant in this town that makes them. i can get mu shu pork every day of the week. but veggies? SIGH. that craving has been so sad and pitiful. i think it might move on in a few weeks. i hope.

the newest obsession? lemonade. i drink a shitload of water, which is great (yay!), but aside from that, all i really want is lemonade. lots. and the other night, i did the thing i swore i’d never do. ok, well, TECHNICALLY, i didn’t force dave out the door to purchase lemonade. it was 7:45 in the evening and i just made a tiny little comment about how we were all out of lemonade and how a glass sounded SO NICE right about then and how i didn’t have cravings before, and wasn’t that funny and it’s so weird and i wanted lemonade so desperately. dave ever so sweetly offered to go to the store. we were all in our jammies at that point, just hanging out, but he changed and went and bought me two gallons of it. i don’t care if you guys get annoyed at awesome husband stories or not, but my husband? is the SHIT. i would never (um, probably) send him out in the middle of the night. but 7:45? i’ll accept that. THANK YOU, DAVE.

it’s weird, too. food aversions. i freaking love veggies, but i’ve only recently wanted to eat broccoli again. and green beans. all i’ve wanted to eat is the kind of crap my kid likes. pancakes, waffles, oven fries, bread. brown food is what i call it. the other night, i made a big, delicious bowl of cauliflower. and the second i looked at it, i wanted to gag. i threw it out and ate emerson’s easy mac instead. a thirty-something has absolutely no business eating that crap, but i ate it. and it was DELICIOUS. i’m also turned completely off coffee, with the exception of a skinny cinnamon dolce latte from starbucks.

being pregnant is weird.