Bread, raspberries, and other cravings

For most of my first trimester, I craved berries. A typical day involved at least 3 cups of blueberries and raspberries. Daydreams involved sweet, tart, watery goodness. I became a woman obsessed.

PapaBear and I long ago stopped buying groceries for the week in one big trip to Leaside Loblaws. I never know what I'm going to be able to eat for dinner and he got tired of guessing. So most nights I just stop in on my way home and pick up the taste du jour.

A preggie friend of mine shares this obsession with raspberries. Recently she stirred a pot of tomato sauce on the stove and thought about how good the sauce would taste with raspberries. Her usually rational brain was convinced that tomato and raspberry sauce would make the gnocchi dance on the plate.

This week's craving weirdness centred around bread. While turning south at Eglinton and Laird, I spotted a strip mall of carbohydrates. The Great Canadian Bagel, Subway, and Panzerotto Pizza called my name. By the time I reached the Loblaws checkout, I had a loaf of whole wheat, a loaf of raisin bread, crumpets, and bagels in my basket. (Who even eats crumpets?!?)

Fortunately, the carb crazies passed quickly. By the time I arrived home, the thought of bread was completely offensive. I skipped dinner and went straight to raspberries and yogurt. Good thing there wasn't any innocent tomato sauce within my innovative reach.