But there’s a reason there’s no Nutella. Or custard. If there is, I just eat them all. The lot. To myself. I’ll make excuses to go to the kitchen, take a spoon from the drawer and just plain scoop out teaspoons of Nutella and shovel them into my mouth. One after the other. Until I stop. And then somehow find myself back there a little while later, doing the same thing.
When I was pregnant with Harper I was rolling a significant amount of custard. I was drinking it straight out of the carton, sculling it in fact, like milk. Oh, and I was drinking milk too. Preferably of the strawberry Moove kind. But the custard, dear GOD the custard, sometimes I would drink a litre a day, and those thicker Paul’s ones, well, I would eat them with a spoon, straight out of the carton like it was nobodies business. Then I would see I was getting to the bottom of the carton, worried that Rob would know I had eaten the entire thing, and go for the lot, purchase another, and then eat down to the level I was at before it started. Yuh HUH.
So it appears that I have control issues with food. Well, with my trigger food. Custard and Nutella. So they don’t live in my house. I look at them, stroke them even in a supermarket, and then move on. Because I have to. But there’s other foods that I allow, that I feel passionately about, that are no good for me.
Namely Lurpak and Maldon salt. I won’t give them up. Not ever. You can’t make me.
So, tell me, what’s your trigger food? Do you allow it into your house ever? Even for a special treat? Or when pregnant?
You will note that my passion for mock cream is not included. That’s because it is a staple. Clearly.
I also wrote about my love of lolly bags as “me time” earlier this week over at the Cenovis website if you’re keen…