When I first woke up on Tuesday, I was excited about the chill in the air because I miss the cool weather. But then after John came out of the shower and the smell of his shampoo blended with the smell of L's oatmeal - it hit me. It was one of those memory sensory things. This time last year (and this time 3 years ago), I was in the throws of morning sickness. It's unfortunate that the cold weather immediately reminds me of that icky feeling (and seriously, can we throw out that shampoo, yet?).
So I thought I should do something drastic. I went to the kitchen for the solution - I needed something hot, something that smelled savory, something totally indulgent, something that I couldn't bear to eat in that first trimester. I didn't plan it. It just emerged from my skillet:
That's right. Turkey bacon on whole wheat toast with chocolate gravy. It was good.