When was your last food craving, and what did you crave?

*snerk* Anybody who knows me well with have a giggle over this one. My last craving huh? Well I’m pretty consistent on that score. Rain or shine, night or day, if I suddenly decide that there’s something in particular I want to eat, its going to be one of three things:

I don’t care what its with, hell it doesn’t have to be with anything, but when the mood takes me, I want to sink my teeth into a thick, medium rare chunk of cow! God… I’m drooling….

This is normally a knee jerk reaction to having too much to drink. Though recently, I must admit, I just want one. All the time. I still haven’t had one yet. -_-

Aaah, sugary doughy treats. Be they apple filled, cream filled, or just rings dipped in icing, there are few things better than a super duper, hot off the oil doughnut. Damn. More drool.

 
Anyway, now that I’ve established that, let’s answer the question! Lol.

My last craving was actually for an apple pie.

My partner had come to pick me up from Derby, so this was on Saturday and I was still buzzing from the fabulous time I’d had at Alt Fiction. I’d come out of a screening of ‘Curse Of The Cat People’ and was feeling all tingly-skinned at how creepy it all was. We’d watched ‘Cat People’ before that and I was still slightly unnerved (I still want a cat though). But during the course of of ‘Cat People’ the primary male character – Oliver Reed – had enjoyed an apple pie at his local eatery.

Now… at times, particularly with food, I can be rather impressionable, but can I just say that that was not the case on Saturday. As ever, when I’m in a good mood, or suddenly hungry for no reason whatsoever, my reflex now is to say ‘can we get an apple pie?’

My partner will laugh at me and shake his head – for my own good mind you – and then tune me out when I chatter about how close the nearest Mc Donald’s actually is. In this case, it wasn’t actually that close at all and I do remember asking how he’d managed to get us all the way home without passing a single Mc Donald’s. There must be a skill in that; I didn’t think it was possible to get that far down the M1 without seeing a Mc Donald’s. Not one! No, no… it was all KFC and Burger King, both of which I just don’t like as much. Besides, they were no good; they don’t do apple pies!

So… all the way home and no pie. And still, even now… no pie!

I must admit however, if I did manage to get my hands on an apple pie every time I wanted one, I’d be the size of a house by now. So really, he IS doing me a favour. As always!

Sometimes, I think though, that its just the thought of the apple pie that makes me want it, not the actual eating of the pie. I mean, yes, they are very pleasant and yes they are incredibly tasty, but there are better foods out there, right? Some of which I can cook myself! I mean what about pancakes (which I’m still owed by the way… if you’re reading!!! :p), or jelly beans? Hell, what about steaks and doughnuts?!

Sometimes, either when my badgering has become too much, or its actually a sensible time for a treat, I do get my apple pie. Don’t ever believe for a second that I’m deprived in any way. :p Every now and then it will be a nummy apple pie that you can cook in the oven yourself and enjoy the tasty goodness without having to ingest all the fat that inevitably comes out of anything from Mc Donald’s (except – I hope! – they’re salads). I suppose they can be just as nice, but at the same time, can you really deny that its partly the naughtiness linked to the fact that its from a fast food place, that gives the thing half of the flavour?

Hell, even a Mc Donald’s salad feels naughty!

-_- You know… answering these questions is all well and good, but now all I can think about is bloody apple pie! I might need to walk into town. Hmm….

 

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