Sympathy Cravings

Either I married the most amazingly sympathetic (and empathetic) man or Handsome is under the mythological spell of the Sympathy Craving Beast. Whatever the means of getting him to the point of fun food adventures, it is only to my preggo benefit that the man understands the power of needing pumpkin seeds at 8PM. And beyond.

In a flurry of emails traded back and forth with each other yesterday afternoon, the seed of a Carvel Ice Cream Cake was somehow planted. Both having lived in NY, where Carvel stores are a frequent sight, we panicked a bit when we realized that we might have to drive to one of the five Burroughs to satisfy the need for the delicious ice-cream, Oreo-crumb drenched, cake-like wonder. And we may have done just that if I didn’t will a frozen stand in the grocery store to distribute a small selection of very particular and expensive Carvel cakes. I almost wept when I realized that we actually were going to successfully purchase the real deal.

I think it was entitled “Sinfully Chocolate” something. It felt like a sin. The best kind of sin that requires giggling and a total focus on the bad deed. And worth all the effort. (Do other pregnant couples eat like this? I don’t even know why we bother to visit Whole Foods once a week to encourage healthier eating habits…why, when you can eat an ice cream cake for dinner??)

And I am proud to say that Handsome devoured the majority of the cake.

But today we are back to the gyro craving…why this particular food I can’t really even try to explain. Why can’t I crave oranges or non-fat yogurt or raisins? I went nuts for watermelon for weeks upon weeks, and now the sight of the pink flesh sends me running off to the next carb item to devour on my list. But I gotta have the lamb-ish sandwich, it must occur.

So Handsome once again is indulging in my demands and we will be popping ‘round to SAMO’s (http://baltimore.citysearch.com/profile/4990041/?specialty_id=10&) the gem of Greek food, tucked away blocks from the main strip of Baltimore’s Greek town. Gyros are heavenly here, and both the atmosphere and the price reflect more of my kind of B’more than anything else in our corner of the City.

Of course, after blissfully stuffing our faces, we will have to suck it up and run all over town on errands…including finding his mother a birthday card, picking up the coffee air pots and delivering them to the coffeehouse that brews our weekend coffee for the bookstore, shopping for avocados and balloons for our friend’s going away party tomorrow, and then we really must clean our abode. And commode(s). We cannot put these things off any longer, so this will be the exciting activity start to our weekend.

Aside from chores, being married and pregnant with Handsome is truly still the tops.