Every few days, Toaster asks me whether I'm having a craving. He's fascinated with the cravings.
Actually, the conversation usually goes more like this:
Nikki: This pasta we're having for dinner is yummy.
Toaster: Nikki's having a craving for pasta!
Nikki: Not really. I just think it's good.
Toaster: Oh. What about chocolate pudding? Are you having a craving for chocolate pudding? Because Dad and I could go get you some.
Nikki: Not really. Sorry.
I'm a failure as a pregnant woman--no bizarre cravings for kids to laugh at. Until now.
I deeply, desperately want--spreadable meat. Folks around my office are talking about Braunschweiger (some positively, some not), and I've never had it and am not even entirely clear on what it is, but I want it.
Pate will do, if there is no Braunschweiger to be had (though I am told it is available in most grocery stores). I don't care. I want meat, I want it salty, and spread on crusty bread.
Preferably right now.
*Updated to add: DENIED! FAIL! NO!
I can have no spreadable meats.
This is a tragedy.