Did I give up going to markets, pasta making, dreaming of Italy and trying new restaurants? Does food not inspire me anymore? Or, has a life-sucking force invaded my body – rendering me relatively listless, nauseous and scatterbrained? Let’s go with the latter – the miracle of birth is just 10 days away for this waylaid blogger.
My mind is a sieve. Thoughts flutter in and out on a whim.To ease this horrible forgetfulness, I make lists – lists of items to pack forthe hospital, freezable meals to make, thank-you’s to send, baby gadgets to investigate, questions for my dozen doctors.
So here, my friends, is another list…
Post-Pregnancy Foods I Can’t Wait to Stuff in my Gullet
The embarrassment of ordering a house-ground burger in a great restaurant cooked well-done is soon over! I will no longer cut into a steak and be saddened by its grayish tinge – soon I will be greated with a glistening flush of crimson. Oh joy of joys – meat cooked properly!
It has been far too long since the Champagne fairy has visited me. She’s usually that pesky imp that keeps filling up my wine glass at a party, making sure I am lubricated with just enough bubbly to keep my head in a perfect equilibrium of fizzy sparkling happy. We will meet again, and when we do, I will toast to my darling sweet baby.
The food gods must be laughing when the pasta-maker ends up having gestational diabetes and can no longer eat carbs. My seriously carb-restricted diet has no room for pasta, no matter if I hand craft it lovingly or it is made with whole grains. Tiny violins play softly for me as I read through my two new pasta-based cookbooks and weep.
The threat of listeriosis and toxoplasmosis has taken my beloved prosciutto di parma, coppa and lardo away from my nitrate loving mouth. An entire 9 months without a prosciutto panini dripping in Ligurian olive oil makes me a sad gal.
Pregnant ladies are allowed to eat arugula. Arugula is healthy, fresh, peppery and delicious, in theory. Since I have become pregnant,the idea of eating arugula, or any sort of soft mixed greens repulses me. The chewing and gnawing on a mouthful of greens makes me sick. Crunchy lettuces are acceptable. Soft lettuces are not. Hopefully this clears up; I love arugula with lemon, olive oil and parmigiano.
|The dreaded soft leafy greens of my garden harvest.|