Female cravings

Posted by: fracas on November 25 @ 11:30 pm

Some days I can eat the most strangest of things. Like peanut butter… once I ate a whole lot of it at work, using a new spoon every time in order not to spread my bacteria to my colleagues. But as I came downstairs just walking into a conversation with a colleague I found myself unable to speak (which was kind of a first I must admit) as the peanut butter was sticking to my throat, jamming it from uttering a single sound. After a few coughs, I attempted some words but they were all muffled. The sticky feeling which created a dull pressure over my chest lasted for hours and was only overwon by two glasses of Champagne and a lobster at Dauphine.

Other days I raid the fridge at work on the hunt for anything that contains either fat or protein. Sometimes it’s bacon or some look-a-like bratwurst that gets into my way (needless to say I’m not Jewish). Other occasions I go mad for olives, different types of pates and if all else fail some stale cheese that is verging on unwittingly entering the upper echelon of mould cheese. I eat it all.

Tonight I had another such craving. Perhaps it was as a result of an earlier spartan dinner of sashimi, which never really fills me up in the same way sushi does. 2 hours later, as I was unpacking the grocery shopping we had delivered, I discovered a sample size pesto jar. I quickly gulped down two spoonful. But it left a strange aftertaste, so I had some ice tea light, in the hope of neutralising the odd taste that was left lingering on my palate. When this didn’t help I went for a few stray raspberries that were laying around in the plastic bag. I topped it off with sweet mini paprika, stuffed with soft cheese.

I’m now sitting here, full and also full of regret. Why the hell didn’t I stay away from that God damn cheese?