So I'm minding my own business, surfing FB, when Clucky's status regarding biscuits, and later comments involving gravy, suddenly made me realize that I might very well die if I didn't get a biscuit and gravy. NOW. AS IN RIGHT THIS VERY MINUTE.
Well, I'm a bit too scared of our local Waffle House to go there alone (if you've been to the Clinton WH, you know why) and there isn't a Cracker Barrel in close enough range, so I decided to suck it up and go buy a box of frozen breakfast biscuits at the scary grocery store near my house. On the way back from the freezer case I decided I also needed pasta in a box. LOTS of pasta in a box. I think I may have just spent as much on pasta in a box as Greg did on his ticket to see Cirque tonight. Sorry honey.
And then I ran the only red light in the two blocks back to my house, so I could nuke the biscuit before falling over dead.
And for the record, that was quite possibly the worst biscuit ever. And didn't actually include the gravy I wanted. But I didn't die, and the need for it has passed without endangering any lives but my own, so it was successful. Whew.
For the record, I think that was my first genuine pregnancy food emergency. I mean, yeah, I've had days where I wanted fake cheese, or salsa, but not in the sense that I might die if I didn't get it right this moment. Now I just hope I have a serious pasta in a box craving sometime soon. That or the apocalypse comes, because I think I'm prepared for it now.