I haven't been a BIG Gulper for years, but Baby G has undoubtedly re-stoked the soda urge. Here's the kicker: CAFFEINE ISN'T ALLOWED sayeth the OB/GYN gods. Oh, if they only knew how I crave Coca-Cola. This is strange considering I've always been partial to Pepsi. And the neurosis doesn't stop there. I have to have it from the bottle — a small bottle. I swear it tastes different, people. Alas, I've only bought one six-pack and made it last for two weeks. I almost lost them, though ... there was the stove, flour sprinkling and cussing ... a funny story for another time. Needless to say, I've been craving stuff I'm not supposed to have. I bought the pickle from the Green Frog deli. Best. Pickle. Ever.
And oddly enough, I've been getting seriously cozy with smoked salmon and fresh pineapple.