Sunday, February 10, 2008
life is like a bowl of cherries.
so, i'd say i haven't been all crazy weird when it comes to the "pregnancy cravings" thing. sure, my diet has changed. i mean, i've basically become a pregnant vegetarian- which is bizarre because in my normal body, i absolutely love meat- in all it's forms: chicken, steak, pulled pork, turkey, ham...the list goes on and on. but aside from the weirdness of gagging at the taste of all that hearty protein, i haven't really had severe desires for certain things. that is, until now.
about a month ago, i went on a shopping raid to Costco (always fun...and expensive). we had just gotten back from Christmas break, so our pantry/fridge looked pretty dang bleak. this is my favorite time to go to Costco because you can really "stock up" on all the goods. well, i got the normal stuff like lettuce, granola bars, chicken (for M of course), cereal (blah, blah, blah). And then i saw in the produce section these delectable-looking cherries. now, they were $10 for one of those not-big-enough plastic containers...but they looked so yummy that i could not resist the indulgence. so i bought them. i did not realize then what i was doing to myself.
you see, for the last 4 weekends, i have gone back every Saturday just to buy these cherries. they had this exquisite sweetness to them that not even candy or chocolate could satisfy.
so this past Saturday, i made my now "regular routine Costco stop" for the cherries. now let me make this clear: i did not need anything from Costco this past Saturday. i went to Costco for the sole purpose of buying these cherries.
so i got to Costco, headed straight to the back corner labeled "Produce" and began to search for these delicious bites of goodness. but, NO cherries. i walked around the tiny, square, refrigerated room again- and NO cherries. i went outside and thought maybe they moved these packages of sweetness- yet, NO cherries. i suddenly felt like a little kid whose mom told her that she'd be able to get an ice cream cone at the end of the day if she was good...but then the mom forgets and the ice cream store closes by the time she remembers.
today, i instinctively opened the fridge to grab my daily handful of scrumptious fresh cherries. after i looked around for a while, i remembered, "there are none." i felt a feeling come over me that said, "you must do something to get these cherries." nothing, of course, came to mind. after all, it isn't even cherry season.
this, therefore, is my plight: if anyone knows or sees of a place selling cherries, let me know, ASAP. i'm a crazy woman who would do or pay just about anything for them. i'm afraid this craving is not going to go away until i have a tasty bowl of cherries sitting in front of me.
p.s. maraschinos WON'T do.