S got home about 5.30 tonight and since then has eaten half a tub of ice-cream and two pieces of rye bread in preparation for the beef stew I’m making…
She’s also repeatedly demanded pineapple juice — knowing full well there is none in the house.
She only got away with the “ice-cream before dinner thing” by spouting off with some guff about Japanese schoolkids always having desert before dinner — I won’t even try to explain that theory.
So for all those Japanese schollkids out there, here’s a post all about the craves of S.
Today’s cravings started pretty much as soon as S wandered down the stairs from a heavy night’s slumber…
“I want a strawberry smoothie” was thrown at me as I sat innocently checking my email and sipping my Timorese coffee (which is bloody good coffee by the way)
From there it was all downhill…first to a coconut slice — a sickly sweet dessert concoction which pretends to be a cake but which actually packs enough calories to choke an alligator — then we moved onto serious junk.
“Pizza hut, thin and crispy, extra pineapple, but the pineapple has to have been tinned — not fresh”…
Chocolate appeared frequently thoughout the day, spread like a thick, sickly smear of nutella over most things S thought of.
Rice pudding (a throwback to the pregnancy menu list I made the mistake of emailing to S) has been prominent as has been pasta with butter and parmesan.
And all of that finished off with a fresh peach.
Oh no, that’s not all — more murmurs from the lounge…
“i felt like sushi earlier too”
What a guts! Now that shirt definitely won’t fit.