Pickles and cottage cheese

Pickles and cottage cheese, gross I know. It's what I have wanted to eat for the past few days. Lowfat cottage cheese, with salt, and either a sweet or dill pickle. Strange what hormones will make you crave.

Now, I know that I have a few odd eating habits. I like the taste of mayonaise mashed potatoes, mayonaise toast, ketschup on my red or white beans, peanutbutter and honey, french fries dipped in my Frosty and so on. Everyone has things they eat that would seem weird to another person.

What will be my taste tomorrow? Prerhaps chocolate frosting covered potato chips, or an avacodo/vanilla shake? Who knows? When I was pregnant with Turner I had the strongest need to eat olives. This struck me as odd because I don't eat olives. But, never the less, I got up, drove to Albertson's, bought a can of black olives, drove home, and sat down and ate every last olive. To this day Turner still loves olives. When we go out to eat we get the olives on our salads served on the side and he eats every last one. He also orders his own olives for his Subway kid's sandwhich. Strange isn't it?

Thankfully, I can cook just about anything. So if I get a hankering for something odd I just go make it for myself. I know I can cook, if you looked at Brad's waist and you'd know it too. Besides, I have a Mormon friend who likes to steal my recipes and pass them off as her own. Isn't impersonation the sincerist form of flattery?

Thanksgiving for the Currier's is not being spent at our house this year. We'll load up the food and bring it to our friends'. Being a good cook is a burden sometimes. I only agreed to go elsewhere for the holiday if I could still make the cornbread dressing, caseroles, and dessert. Brad and I were meant to be together, he'll only go if he gets to prepare and fry the bird. So, if your ever looking for a work free Thanksgiving, invite us to your house, we'll bring all the food and do clean up after.

It just wouldn't be a "real" Thanksgiving with out my Mawmaw's cornbread dressing and my Gran's sweet potao caserole. If I can't have all my family here, then I'll at least have their food and all the memories that come with it.

My sister is a damn good cook too. I will be missing out on her pumpkin cheese cake this year. It has become it's own tradition and a necessary item on the buffet. Luckily, she'll make it for me at Christmas. I may not live there, but I still have stroke.

So I am off to eat my third helping of salty cottage cheese and pickles for the day. I hope the weird cravings last long enough for me to use up the food bought to satisfy them. At this rate all looks good, but tomorrow is another day.