Gross Bites!

Growing up in my house, a "gross bite" was a bite that was way too big for your mouth. Jesse and I have even picked up this vernacular tradition. However, thanks to pregnancy cravings, gross bites are now the nasty food combinations I daydream about. The cravings have arrived, and they are funky. For example, two nights ago I made, ate, and enjoyed a plate of fettuccine Alfredo and vegetarian chili. Honest. I have been craving a Stromboli filled with baked beans. I even fancied a piece of steak-flavored bubble gum. That even grosses me out. To quote the new Thomas' celebrity God parent, Hunter S. Thompson, "When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro." And remember, I was the kid that loved PB and bacon bit sandwiches.