I honestly don’t get many true ‘cravings’. I’ve never made Pep drive to the Varisty at 10pm or made nightly dashes to the local Chinese Restaurant. In the early stages I did want alot of fried okra with Evan, but that was about it. I guess I dn’t think it’s fair to blame it on pregnancy because I like food in general, so it doesn’t really matter what I’m eating … I’m happy with any of it – pregnant or not.
Well yesterday I was wanting some chocolate – really, really, really badly. I had just talked Pep into swinging through Dairy Queen b/c it was coming up down the street – but apparently they’re closed on Sundays (or maybe it was just Easter Sunday, I don’t know). So no Peanut Buster Parfait for me!! Then as we were outside planting (ok I was watching) our new trees, the Ice-Cream Truck drove by … I haven’t seen the ice-cream truck in years, but knew this was my redemption for Dairy Queen being closed – wrong! I ran inside to get my money – He was ‘supposed’ to come back around … but NEVER did! I was shot down twice for chocolate ice-cream!!!
So today I took matters into my own hands & enjoyed a little piece of heaven … every last bite: