I usually enjoy eating food. But during pregnancy, I am borderline insane about it. During my 2nd pregnancy I cried because our favorite donut shop was out of chocolate cake donuts. Cried. I was also super pissed at my husband because somehow it was his fault and how could he not find a way to get me a chocolate cake donut!?!?!
We lived in Phoenix for a good while and well, it's a large place. So there are a lot of food options. Good, bad, big, little, whatever. Here, where we live now is a small place and there are basically two food options: Mexican and not Mexican.
I often tell Ben I wish he could experience just for a moment what it feels like to want, nay, need something and not be able to have it. Pregnancy is quite a tricky game and I am amazed at my recall on how certain food tastes and how much I need it in my body now. Please. Now.
In&Out fries. The best fries in the entirety of the universe.
I will love you forever greasy fried potatoes of deliciousness, never forget me.
I've never had anything here I didn't love. And I just spent 5 minutes looking for pictures to depict the amazing creations that come from the place.
Yes, I'm drooling.
Ben worked at a restaurant In Phoenix that has the best nachos ever. This was bad, but oh so very good for me. I miss them daily. They enter my dreams and taunt me with their gooey queso and perfect guacamole. I can't post a picture. I. just. can't.
Pray for me.