I am disturbed by poultry. You heard me…poultry. Ever since the pregnancy I can’t smell it, much less give it a glance…a pat…a poke… So, what was on sale at the store this week? Er…oven fryers. Oh yay! (Hear my sarcasm?)
Tonight I held back the impulse to gag as I gave “Mr. Chick” a bath, chanting in my head, “You saved two bucks! You saved two bucks!” The headless Mr. Chick just stared at me, flailed legs tossed outwards as I laid him into the roasting dish. He had no shame. Of course, I had lost my dignity earlier when I heaved into the sink.
It’s sad when you have to close your eyes and envision well-done roast beef while you’re downing poultry. In fact, I’m upstairs writing this while the half-eaten Mr. Chick lays lonely on the cold stove top. That’s right, his fowl stench has me shaking in my PJ’s…a whole floor away. I even popped a lemon Ricola to forget my lost love. Of course, lemon flavoring wasn’t the best choice. It doesn’t really mask the scent, it just makes me think of lemon chicken. Yeah…so I think I just threw up a little in my mouth.
On the other hand, all this chicken talk makes me crave Ihop Harvest Grain & Nut pancakes. I know that was random, but when you are pregnant sometimes that happens. Just go with it. So…because I’m on this dollar diet (you know “Coupon Queening” it…living low…kind of like the homeless guy on the corner panhandling for change), sadly there will be no late night rendezvous to a midnight breakfast in a skanky blue booth of glory. *sobbing*
But, oh happy day! I did find a “cook-alike” recipe. That’s right, hubby just went to the store… Hey, here. I’ll share the glory:
“Cook-a-Like” IHOP Harvest Grain & Nut Pancakes
Also, I’ve altered this recipe for lower carb & lower sugar consumption here.



Each pregnancy was different for me. I had to give up cold cuts for one, pork for another, and one time the mere smell of Coney dog sauce was enough to make me want to hurl.
Cooking my first Thanksgiving turkey was while pregnant with Tater. Fortunately, it turned out fine, even though I had to stick my hand in the hoo ha.
My doc told me I can’t have deli meat. Of course I crave Boar’s Head Roast Beef like it was candy. Hot dogs, sausage and the like were not a “happy place” either. Coney dog sauce? What’s that? Wait…don’t tell me because I might join you on the hurl-fest!
Turkey hoo ha… ew. Raw turkey in general. *running to the bathroom*