My appetite, so far, has been solely influenced by what I read and watched. Once upon a time, I happened to read a blog that featured J.CO donuts.
Indeed, I have taken a bite of one of its donuts, but I was not entitled to any comment as the donut was a-day old. Since then, I read the craziness about J.CO, yet I never gave a damn to jump into the wagon. I was that ignorant. Until that blog with photos of ordinary looking dough. Really, they were very ordinary given that the photos were not of good quality. However, it was enough to awaken my curiousity.
The day I was curious, I had a misunderstanding with Kamal when he was my only hope to satisfy this craving. When he came back home, I did not even look at him.
I silently accused him of littering our place with his work items yet again. I even ignored him pacing the hall busily. Only to look at this thing he put on the arm of my recliner. I just had to smile at the surprise. Half-a-dozen of J.CO donuts!
He chose one piece, brought it to my mouth. What entailed was beyond description. So heavenly the piece was that we had to take another piece while still chewing the last bits of the first one. We ended up having two each. The donuts, were oh so soft, oh so creamy, oh just right. We thought it was important for a food to not leave an after taste and the donuts did not. Whoa, I am officially driving the wagon.
Then, came dinner time. This had something to do with my second craving. All because I watched an American sitcom, where the actors were having take-away chinese food. You know, those packed in white long box and came with chopsticks.
When Kamal asked me where should dinner be, I had chinese food and chopsticks in mind. We settled for Famosa House. Now, my pregnancy dinner appetite when compared to my breakfast and lunch appetite, has been rather tricky. Instead of chinese food, I ordered Singapore fried vermicelli just because it was the only least colourful dry food. I did ask for chopsticks.
The J.CO craving had a happy ending. Not the chinese food and chopsticks craving. The supposedly white-coloured vermicelli was fried with chilli paste, and you know the rest. The waiter said it could be a new recipe. Fortunately, I was still high on the donuts. I took a few bites before relinquishing. Knowing that my pregnancy breakfast appetite would be more adventurous, I had the vermicelli packed for take-away. Voila, dinner leftovers proved to be great for breakfast.
For the record, I am gaining the healthy 0.5kg every month. The craving, it was momentary. The hopping appetite would only come a day in a month before it fluctuates again. In case of an increase in the chart during a workshop this weekend, I might as well throw my swimming suit into the luggage. Just in case. Pregnancy is all about unpredictability.