I’ve found myself thinking a lot about food today, and not in the usual way. You know, not what I want to eat or where I want to eat. More like this…
There are, in my opinion, two types of dining out. There is the kind that I do most often, the kind where you might ask for something special to make the meal better, a side of mayo or for something to be left off your sandwich. Then there is the kind of dining that we do once in a while where you just kind of trust the chef and feel like it would be an insult if you asked for something different. I like both and I’m comfortable with both. Sometimes eating things like they were meant to be eaten will open a whole new world.
This morning I ate leftovers for breakfast and waited hours to eat again. I just haven’t been as hungry. Hubby suggested soup and I surprisingly did not have any in the house. When I was at my previous job, I was lucky enough to come home for lunch three days a week and I always had soup. So, I went and bought a can of soup and I opened it and instantly regretted my decision. It’s kind of gross. All canned soup is. It’s amazing how that changed over a year.
Pregnancy changes all kinds of things about food. It tastes different and I want different things. I used to eat two jars of pickles in a week and I don’t want anything to do with them now. It’s kind of strange. I hope that I go back to normal.