High time I posted something, right?
I'm doing well, still very much pregnant but not much in the way of a blogger. I just haven't been up for the marathon cooking sessions that drive this little website of mine.
Actually, I haven't been much of a cook at all. This pregnancy has taken food aversions to a whole new level for me. It is funny actually, as for the better part of my last pregnancy I felt as though I could run down and slaughter a taco truck like a lion on the Serengeti.
This time however, for some reason I can't stand food. Particularly sweet things. Rather unfortunate for a sweet-centered food blogger such as myself, right? Real food has also been 'off the table' as glistening raw meat, slimy butter, earthy smelling vegetables have taken on a new and wholly repulsive characteristics. Coupled with the exhaustion of early pregnancy I gave up all cooking for quite a while. Months without dirtying a dish (that part was absolutely fantastic!).
My blogging stockpile of fresh ingredients: fruits, eggs, butter, cream and the ever-present 5lb tub of mascarpone, went to waste as I found myself preferring to scavenge around my pantry, eating croutons and boiled split peas.
Mr. Humble however, took issue with my nourishing myself and the humble fetus with croutons (mind boggling!) and insisted I find something, anything, more nutritious. So I went to the store, feeling the full weight of what was to be done...
I filled my shopping cart with the tasteless, easy to prepare, microwaveable food. A cart full of cardboard boxes and completely devoid of even one fresh ingredient. It was a low moment, one to be repeated over and over in the coming weeks.
Honestly, I would have had an easier time making eye contact with the clerk during checkout had I selected the unfortunate combination of dubiously-shaped fruits and vegetables and a jumbo tub of Vaseline.
This wasn't even food blogger rock bottom. It was when I found myself eating that thing, the object I've treated as my foodie punching bag on this blog, that I realized I could indeed sink much lower.
In my quest for bland food, something that would prove a suitable vehicle for calories in my nausea prone state, I ate a Hot Pocket. Not just any Hot Pocket, a vegetarian LEAN pocket. An object further corrupted by the lack of necessary fats to render the crust penetrable or edible.
Had Mr. Humble seen me in my moment of foodie shame, I probably would have hissed and scurried away like a pregnant-gollum, clutching my cardboard-y food-nugget.
|DON'T LOOK AT ME!|
At the very least, tomorrow I will have finished collecting all the science cookies everyone has sent me and get the next roundup posted. It is long overdue. I'm also moderating the comments that have been sitting here and languishing on the blog. I completely forgot about switching on the moderation on several weeks ago to stop a particularly vicious spam attack. I'm switching the moderation back off and sorting through the backlog and will get around the answering any questions contained within very soon.