Do you ever get a hankering for something sweet, but nothing seems to satisfy the desire? Last night, we had a great dinner. I made Crispy Parmesan Chicken, which is a favorite of ours, and I was completely satisfied afterward. I wasn't hungry. All was good.
About an hour or so later, I was minding my own business, then it happened. It was all I could think about. I went into the kitchen and started looking through cupboards. What could I have? What did I want? I didn't know, but I knew that just had to have something. I had a really great brownie mix, but I didn't have vanilla ice cream. Brownies just aren't the same if they aren't gooey and fudgey, fresh from the oven, and topped with creamy vanilla ice cream and drizzled with chocolate sauce. I must not be limited! Only having half the ingredients for this perfect dessert wasn't good enough.
So I moved on...
What else could I have? I saw apples. Hmmm. I could make the most amazing Apple Crisp in the world, but I didn't have all of those ingredients either. And even if I did, I still didn't have any vanilla ice cream to scoop over it.
Apparently what I needed, was at the store, since I didn't have proper ingredients to fulfill my cravings.....and I wanted it NOW! I looked down. I was cozy and comfy in my jammie bottoms and I did not want to change. Hmmm. I looked around. Problem solved!! I needed and errand runner....and he was sitting on the couch.
Now, how to manipulate him so that he WANTS to go, and does it soon, because at this point, I'm almost going crazy with anticipation of something sweet; something I had yet to decide on, but I knew it would be super yummy.
I bounced over to him and plopped myself down on his lap. "OOOh. Looks like you want something!" Yes, but probably not what he was thinking....
I told him my dilemma and how this desire for something sweet was overtaking me, and he simply must go to the store and get it for me.
He had his own dilemma, like wanting to watch the Tour De France on TV, but like a good trained husband, he said "What do you want me to get?" I told him I couldn't decide, and it was up to him to pick out something fabulous and bring it home to me. So after telling him directions to the store, and agreeing to wait for a commercial break, I plopped down on my bed to read a bit, so as to pass the time away.
Time passed away.
Probably 10 minutes. The husband came in to get ready to go to the store. I looked up at him.
"Never mind. The feeling has passed. I don't need anything anymore."
"So that's it?" he asked.