During my 1st short.lasting pregnancy I had cravings. MAJOR Cravings. I remember one night asking TH to go out and get me some pizza bite things I saw during a commercial. He didn’t want to go. And well, he didn’t.
At that point, after minutes of pouting and whining, I finally got up and stormed out of the house stomping the entire way out and slamming the door behind me. If he wasn’t going to get them for me, then fine. I’d get them myself.
25 minutes later, I made it home and with a 5lb bag of those frozen pizza bite thingies. I poured out as much of the bag that would fit on a large cookie sheet and popped them in the oven. I wound up eating 27 of them. Holy shizzz.
After that experience, I never wanted to see those pizza bites again. Just the thought of them now makes me want to vomit. It’s so bad that TH and I have both forgotten the actual brand name … it’s now a repressed memory. Phew.
During this pregnancy I haven’t had many die-hard-will-cry-and-throw-a-tantrum-until-you-give-me-what-i-want-and-now cravings. And I’m sure TH is thrilled about that. I can’t lie though, there are some things I just have to have, but luckily it’s not at midnight, so I can run out during the day or on my lunch break and get what I need.
I was talking to my mom a couple days ago about an upcoming BBQ at her house this coming weekend. She mentioned that someone was going to be bringing Macaroni salad… and I got sad. Very sad. And the sadness turned into disappointment and then disgust and anger.
This is MACARONI SALAD we’re talking about here! I only like it one way, and that’s the way my mama makes it. If someone else was going to be bringing it or making it, I was going to have issues. You can’t mention one of my favorite BBQ foods … the one that I always look forward to having and then tell me that it’s not going to be there. Not in the form that I know it! HOW DARE YOU, WOMAN!!
YOU HAVE TO MAKE THE MAC SALAD, NO ONE ELSE CAN MAKE THE MAC SALAD, IF YOU DON’T MAKE THE MAC SALAD I WILL CRY AND POUT AND STOMP AND BANG ON WALLS AND…
what was that? You are making mac salad? Mac salad for meeeee?!?! I can pick it up during my lunch break at work?!?!?!?! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!
Although I will not be having Mama’s Mac Salad on BBQ day, I am happy, delighted and FREAKIN’ ECSTATIC to be having it now! For lunch… b/c it’s just so YUM.
Ooooooh, look at all that corn goodness. It HAS to have corn. Taking a bite of this delicious yummy-yum-yum and having the crisp little kernels pop in your mouth is just ooooh so delightful!
Mama’s boyfriend isn’t a corn fan, so she makes a special one just for him. Without corn. Poo-poo on him.
I have enough left to last me another day or so, and I’m leaving this dish at work. B/c if TH tries to steal what is MINE, ALL MINE … I will make him rue-the-day!
P.S. – TH you know I love you, but touch my food and you will die be sad.
this post made me giggle
that macaroni salad does look good though!
I don’t think I should do #commenthour hungry.. This looks delicious!
visiting from comment hour. This salad looks yummy!
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I remember those tantrums, that mac salad does look pretty darn good. Now I’m just plain hungry. #commenthour
Yummy. Visiting from commenthour. Corporate slave…love it. lol.
I was the same way when I was pregnant. So funny to read someone else being so adamant about their food. #CommentHour
Mac salad. Looking very good!
Very funny. When I was pregnant with my first I woke up one morning with a craving for pop tarts like nothing I had ever experienced. It was all I could think about until I was able to get one in my hands. That morning nothing in the world mattered except pop tarts.
I didn’t have cravings, but my sister inhaled chicken salad by the tub.
Darling post! Congrats to you! I totally understand the cravings.
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Ok I am totally going to put corn in my macaroni salad next time! You have me convinced
Crazy pregnancy cravings! That mac salad looks awesome. Your Mama rocks.
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I remember those cravings and I felt like a lunatic when I had them. When I was pregnant with my youngest I absolutely HAD to have “The Elvis”: Peanut Butter and banana sandwich with crispy bacon and fried in bacon grease. It was like 3am and I was making this.
And I think all mac salad should have corn in it!!!
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The mac salad looks so good!
Pregnancy reeks so much havoc on our minds, bodies and taste buds. FYI I want some of that macaroni salad stat!
I have totally been there stomping out of the house to get something that I politely asked Hubby to run and get.
Oh my word — {Drooling!!!}
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Macaroni salad has got to be one of my most favorite things of all time. I’m the same way with food I really enjoy; stay off of it, or you might lose a finger!
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First of all, I can’t believe he didn’t go get you the pizza. Isn’t that his unspoken job (to do whatever you want while pregnant?). Secondly, 27? Wow. I would be sick of looking at them too…as a matter of fact, I don’t even like those things that much. Congrats on your pregnancy! #commenthour
You have GOT to publish the recipe hehehehe
I didn’t really have many die hard cravings in any of my three pregnancies. Well, one time I really craved fried rice. That was really odd.
HA HA HA .. I so remember those moments. Heck… I still HAVE those moments and I’m done being pregnant!!! I think being pregnant 17 times, resulting in four boys, is plenty… right??? Ugh… but I long for the itty bitty baby days again, only, in pink! But it will never happen dang it…
So – comment on twitter.. LOL.. yes, Hubby and I met on a free online dating site, he was in NC and I was in WI with my older two boys and freshly divorced! He winked at me, I read his profile, saw we had a few things in common and thought – well, he can be a friend…. but we started talking on yahoo, calling, doing web cams convos… and things just went a completely different direction then I thought it would… My mom had offered to take my older two boys to WA (where she lives) for 8 weeks, and while they were with her, I went to NC to meet my husband face to face and see if he was an axe murderer or if this thing we had going was real! 2 weeks later he ended up moving up to WI with me. We were talking marriage and everything … then my boys came home and met him, and it all felt right. Literally, 2 weeks after I got home with my boys (I had gone to WA for the last two weeks of the trip with them) … and two weeks later, found out I was pregnant with our 4 year old. Yep. Time-table got moved up really fast, we ended up getting married 6 months and a few days after we met online. We’ve been together for almost 5 years, and can’t imagine life without each other.
Also, the note you left on my blog, yes we play WOW. And I agree, it can be VERY addicting! lol.. One of my best friend plays and she was the one who pulled me, then hubby started playing again, and my oldest got into it so we play as a family. We’ve been playing for years now, and my top toon just hit 71 … so, that tells you a lot! LOL.. I go in spurts, I’ll play a lot for a few months, and then I’ll just stop for several months… Do you still play or is it just your hubby who does?
And now I’ll shut up! LOL, obviously stopping by via Comment Hour…
Post the recipe please!!!!! Stopping by from #commenthour
I remember those (die-hard-will-cry-and-throw-a-tantrum-until-you-give-me-what-i-want-and-now cravings) mine was with Subway sandwiches at midnight!
Yep, it was always at midnight that we would have to drive 13 miles from base to downtown with 3 kids in the minivan in order to satisfy that craving and it had to be exactly how I wanted it or I would seriously throw a major fit.
I feel bad for my husband now…well, kinda. I mean lookin’ back on it heck what’s the big deal of spoiling me every once in a while and in turn I bring in a happy well nourished baby into this world!
Not a bad deal if you ask me lol
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Gotta love pregnancy & the fact that it gives you an excuse to stab a husbands hand with a fork (be it silverware or plasticware) for even teasing about stealing your food… Good stuff. lol
-Jessica
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