Nothing has actually made me miss living in the U.S. Until I got pregnant. And started craving things.
The cravings are not weird (I don’t think) but they know no time limits (yum! kettle corn at 6 in the morning!) and they are amazingly strong. Unlike anything else I have ever had.
The hubby is quite glad we a) do not own a car and b) live in a place where eateries and grocery stores close at night and do not reopen until morning.
I don’t actually want them (or at least I don’t think I do) but I think I might just give my left elbow for a giant plate of huevos rancheros smothered in green chile. Like the ones I used to get at Little Anitas in Albuquerque. And a big bottle of Orange Crush. Yum. Orange soda and chile. Okay. Maybe a little weird.
Or a big ass breakfast burrito from Dos Hermanos (also in ABQ). With beef. And cheese. I know, not kosher. But it sounds so good right now.
Such things do not exactly exist in Israel (okay, maybe the orange soda does – but they do not know from refried beans to the best of my knowledge). And the parasite mostly craves Israeli stuff anyway – falafel, shwarma, hummus, etc. It is a sabra at heart. I am just hoping it will teach me the Hebrew.
Mexican food would just make me vomit. Most things do. Pregnancy is by far the least sexy thing I’ve ever done – which is saying something for a girl who played ice hockey.
Go eat some for me. 🙂
PS – And sopapillas. Don’t forget the sopapillas from Gardunos. With oodles of honey.