Being pregnant does afford one certain indulgences. Living in North Carolina affords one many opportunities to accomodate the desire.
Today a bunch of us from work went to a friend/coworker's farewell luncheon (she's not going far, just another department, but any excuse to leave campus to eat is a good one). We went to a Southern farmhouse comfort-food place that had nothing on the menu that I'd consider making at home. It was all stuff like chicken & dumplings, country fried steak, meatloaf, chopped beef with onion gravy, BBQ pulled pork, thick-cut ham with red-eye gravy, fried bologna, stuff like that.
Will it make you hungry if I tell you what I had? Oh well, I'm telling you anyway:
Yellow squash with onions
Iced tea (unsweetened)
crispy, fluffy buttermilk biscuits with blackstrap molasses.
And some of you just got a panging yearning to be back in the South again.