The other night I woke a few times, as I do every night. I think it was about 11pm that I stirred, and suddenly thought, ‘I’d love some baked beans.’ Eventually I went back to sleep.
At about 3:30am Hubby’s alarm went off for work and I lay in bed tossing and turning, and thinking about baked beans. I knew there was one lone tin in the cupboard and for some reason I just couldn’t wait to get my hands on them. The tin had been in there for about 6 weeks. I saw them every time I went to make dinner, grab a snack or any other adventures I had in the pantry.
After realising that I wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep, I decided to get up and nurture my baked bean craving. One issue though. They were gone.
I searched that pantry. I moved things, all while trying not to wake Lacey in a nearby room. No baked beans.
I must have imagined them. I almost wanted to cry. Yep, first world pregnancy problem.
That afternoon we went to the supermarket to grab some groceries, the three of us. When we got to the baked bean aisle Hubby grabbed for a 3 pack. I braced myself by placing one hand on the trolley and another on a nearby shelf. In dramatic fashion I quizzed, “Hold up! Did you eat that tin of baked beans this morning?”
“Ah, yes… I took them to work.”
“I. needed. those. baked. beans. I dreamt about them all night and then they were gone.”
And we laughed. Mine was more of an awkward laugh to hide the anger that I felt earlier that morning when I couldn’t satisfy my craving. And then we bought double.
Baked beans is such a so very boring craving to have though, aren’t they? Wouldn’t it be more exciting to be a rare fruit or a rich chocolate sundae with whipped cream and chocolate pieces throughout?