2490871* years ago when I was last pregnant, I craved puddings. Rice pudding, either straight out of the tin or home made baked in the oven with a skin, semolina, sago, tapioca, sponge and custard, banana and custard (healthy option), trifle, bread and butter pudding, jam roly poly. You are probably getting the idea by now. The more stodge the better and dinner was often a pudding followed by a pudding.
Do you want to know what I crave now? I will tell you anyway. Bananas, fresh orange juice and water. Now I'm not talking about these three ingredients being combined in some mental way (boiled orange juice soup with banana croutons any one?) I mean a fresh slightly under ripe banana or two a day, cheap from concentrate orange juice drunk by the litre at room temperature and when not swilling down the OJ I'm knocking back tap water like it's going out of fashion.
This is just plain DULL. Friends are full of tales of eating coal or soil, or not being able to stop themselves sniffing creosote and nail varnish remover. My mam ate pickled red cabbage sandwiches when carrying me. But other than a small phase of cider lollies until they started hurting my teeth I'll carry on eating the fuckdull bananas.
I don't want anything too stupid but the odd hankering after something that the other half has to go out and scour the local shops for isn't asking for too much is it?
Hmmm. I think the pudding craving may of had something to do with the five stone I gained in weight.
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