The Very Hungry Caterpillar

The Very Hungry CaterpillarI wanted to write tonight about a little something that’s been on my mind. FOOD. When I got pregnant, my mom told me food would taste better to me than it ever had in my life. I was terribly sick and didn’t really believe her. But now, ahahaha, I know exactly what she meant.

There is a very hungry caterpillar on the loose in Pasadena, and it is ME. Yesterday I documented a day in the life in photos (will share soon!), and a lot of those pictures were…food. I have not yet been at all near that caricature of a pregnant woman who begs her husband to go out and buy ice cream/Cheetos/burgers at midnight. However…after my first dinner tonight (a morally upright salad), I did consider asking Eric to go get me a burrito…even though I ate one two days ago. I sort of brought it up as a joke, but…if he had been on board, I would have been just fine with that. In the absence of a burrito, my second dinner tonight consisted of a giant bowl of cereal. I really kind of hate cereal. But it was one of the most delicious things I have ever tasted: so cold and crunchy.

A few days ago, I was finishing up my walk when I suddenly caught a whiff of Chinese food. We hardly ever eat Chinese food, but suddenly I became fixated on the idea and spent 20 minutes on Yelp finding the best local restaurant to go to. And then I spent a good chunk of the evening planning a culinary date in Downtown LA for this weekend. Tonight I was giving Eric a hug, and he told me I smelled like fries. I made a face of total bafflement, and then thought, “Hmmm, fries…” (even though I haven’t had any this pregnancy and they don’t sound particularly appealing). I am pretty much just laughing at myself all the time. And I am also in a state of wonder: it amazes me how wide and varied our food choices are, and a tangy vinaigrette or a juicy orange is as much a source of utter joy to me as a beautiful sunset. Well, even more joyful. Because I can eat it.

I just find all of this so hilarious that I wanted to write it down. And when I’m reading Eric Carle’s masterpiece to our sweet baby in a few months…I’ll be remembering these hungry days and still laughing about them.

A fitting addendum: this morning I woke up from a dream that I was eating salad to find that…my mouth was actually opening and closing. ha!

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