Almost too beautiful to eat.
But I managed. I want cake.
Earlier in my pregnancy, I craved saltier foods and strange combinations. Remind me to tell you about the recent afternoon when I sliced sharp cheddar and dipped the rectangles in ranch dressing. It hit the spot.
No photo of that food experience. Sorry. You’ll have to use your imagination to conjure a vision of electric orange Wisconsin sharpness swirled in Hidden Valley’s very own creamy gift to the world. I want to move there, but I hear it rains a lot.
I craved cheddar cheese when I was pregnant with Aidan. For several weeks, my husband would bring a plate of cheese to me when he came to bed. I’d wake and nibble in the dark, mouselike. I was a very big mouse.
Still, I find myself wondering if cravings are real or all in my head. I saw gorgeous cupcakes and suddenly the baby and I NEEDED a cupcake or else. It felt like a real craving—Little jabs from the pit of my stomach, anxiousness, and the feeling I could taste it before I took the first bite.
When my husband brought the plate of cheese he sliced in our little kitchen, I felt cared for and loved. He wanted his wife and baby girl to be happy and if cheese did the trick? Let’s dull our knives. Women everywhere may hate me for saying this, but I think having the perfect food delivered to you by someone you love is an element of the craving. It’s a throwback, caveman idea but I’ll admit to it. I like when my hunter delivers. Primal grunt!
That doesn’t mean you don’t need the chili cheese dog with every fiber of your being. It’s simply more special when it’s delivered with a smile, a kiss for you and a kiss for the baby.
I totally agree. Drew has delivered mozzerella cheese sticks, driven me to Dairy Queen and offered to drive thru Wendy’s at 11pm for a cheeseburger, all while saying “whatever you want.” Sometimes just the knowing that he is so willing is satisfying enough. Sometimes.
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Cravings were VERY real for me (the celery, I was a fiend.) And now I am 99% sure I’ll be stopping by the cupcakery today.
Steph
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I never got to experience pregnancy cravings, but I can attest that dark chocolate tastes even better when delivered by my handsome caveman.
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Ooh! Cupcakes! My sister and I have had a mission to find the best cupcake in Portland. A couple weeks ago we might have found it. Baby and I were both very happy.
I’ve never had the cravings as much as I’ve had the food aversions. Oh, the aversions! They kill me.
To that end, Jason’s job has been not so much to fetch me food as to quickly get food away from me. Quickly. And without question. He’s very loving.
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Cheese and ranch dressing. Now that’s a combination!!
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It makes sense to me that our bodies would naturally crave what the growing baby needs at that moment.
It also makes sense that we might see a gorgeous cupcake and want one RIGHT NOW.
Dang. Now I want a cupcake.
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oh no. i’m not pregnant. but i really really need a cupcake!
That cupcake has me speechless.
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I am surprised you took the time to take a picture of the tantalizing object of your craving. I can almost taste it by looking at it. Dairy Queen does the same thing to me with their latest chocolate and gooey caramel blizzard. The latest Burger King commercial with the King blasting through the office is a turn off to me.
(a) Maybe it’s because I’m from Texas and we put ranch on everything, but the cheese/ranch combo doesn’t strike me as odd at all. In fact, now I want to go home and try it.
(b) That cupcake is beautiful! I hope it tasted every bit as good as it looks!
(c) Food is, for many people at least, so tied to emotions that I don’t doubt that your theory is correct. I remember when I was pregnant with Peter and about 9:30 one night I absolutely HAD to have a strawberry pie. Notice I didn’t say a piece of strawberry pie. David drove me to two or three different places looking for one. I finally had to settle for a strawberry sundae from Dairy Queen, but it meant so much to me that he was willing to do that for me. (P.S. The next day, I went to the Marie Callender’s near my work and bought me a pie. With whipped cream.)
Primal grunt of agreement!!
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If nothing else, pregnancy’s a great excuse to eat a cupcake. Or anything I want.
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What a mouth-watering photo! I, too, am surprised you paused long enough for a picture. Cupcakes don’t have long to live in our house! 🙂
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