I know this may sound strange, but my first real pregnancy craving was for butterscotch pudding. (I say "real" only because HJ informed me early on that things one normally wants at regular intervals, such as coffee, cannot really be considered cravings.) In particular, I craved the cooked kind of boxed pudding, not that nasty instant crap. I am just that sophisticated.
What's even odder about this is that when I told my also-pregnant friend, Wren, I was craving butterscotch pudding, she said "OH MY GOD! I'm craving PISTACHIO pudding!" While I don't really consider pistachio pudding food, let alone something craveable, I find this coincidence notable, especially since my mom later told me she also craved pudding during pregnancy. Calcium deficit? Longing for childhood comfort foods?
Who knows, but I wanted it. HJ and I went to about five grocery stores on the Upper West Side one Saturday looking for it. Several Gristedes: only the Instant kind. Gourmet Garage? Too fancy for such plebeian dessertstuffs. Food Emporium? Ah, the choir sings at the sight of My-T-Fine.
While the My-T-Fine really did hit the spot, I've since been on a quest for a good homemade butterscotch pudding recipe. I'm trying this one this weekend. Stay tuned for reviews and further bizarre cravings.
Eatthepuddingeatthepuddingeatthepudding.
