Wednesday, January 25, 2012

A debt of gratitude.



The past nine months have been pretty low-key when it comes to wacky food cravings. In the beginning, I wanted Cheerios, and lots of 'em. I didn't want sweets, which was completely unlike me. And I legit craved veggies and cold foods. There was a two week period where I really, really wanted Roy Rogers fried chicken. Now that I'm counting down the days (cough 15 cough), my imagination has started to get the better of me.

An actual thought that ran through my head while driving home from work on Friday:
"I want ice cream. Vanilla ice cream. With, hmmm, chocolate-covered potato chips or pretzels, and salted caramel."

Figuring that the chances of such a concoction actually existing were slim, I stopped at our local Stewart's to see what they offered. They carry their own ice cream, and have some very delicious flavors. Nothing came close to my vision of perfection, though, so I continued my quest at the grocery store.

The ice cream aisle there is a beautiful thing. So many different kinds! So many different price points! I started at one end and worked my way down, feeling more and more hopeless as I approached the last section. I skimmed the pint-size cartons of Ben and Jerry's, knowing in my heart of hearts that this very specific craving would go unsatisfied, and I'd have to make do with something like Peanut Butter Cup Explosion (delicious, but not on point). And then, I swear to you, the Hallelujah chorus from Handel's Messiah was piped over the sound system in Hannaford and a magical amber spotlight appeared over a pint of...

Ben and Jerry's Late Night Snack. Vanilla bean ice cream, fudge covered potato chip clusters, and a salty caramel swirl.

Seriously, thank you, Ben and Jerry, for fulfilling a pregnancy craving that I thought for sure could never be fulfilled.

1 comment :

  1. ohmygoodness, pregnancy craving or not that sounds AH-MAZING.

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