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The Long John Silver commercials have been getting to me. Getting to me particularly at 9pm while laying in bed, enjoying my dry cereal perfectly well- and then after a classic LJS commercial- my cereal isn’t good enough anymore. Not at all. All I can think of is panko-crusted
I even asked my Fireman if Long John’s was open 24-hours. He looked at me like I had kicked one of his hunting dogs. Shame.
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The fact of the matter is, I know I wont enjoy it as much as I think I will. But I want it. Have I ever eaten there, you ask? Nope. Never. I don’t even know if I live near one. (That would be an awfully mean joke if they are advertizing on my television and be nowhere close to one..)
I want it so badly that I finally decided to give into my craving. Not to the fishy-fast-food place, but actually to making something that I think would be even more delicious. And
most likely definitley more healthy for me. Of course I am obsessed with anything salty- hence my desire for all things fried- including fried fish. So- I thought what would be better than a salt and vinegar crusted fish? Baked? Ok.. sounding yummy, and a tarter sauce? Not out of the jar- but I could make my own!
Putting my brain to work with this recipe development was easy and satisfied my craving for that fried junk I know my post-pregnancy body wouldn’t thank me for.
As I carefully collected my ingredients from the pantry and fridge in preparation to make this over the weekend, I was testing my Rachael Ray abilities and stacking everything I could on top of each other- because it would simply be SO terrible to make another trip to the pantry.
Then I dropped it. An entire jar of un-opened pickles. All over the floor- and under the fridge it ran. Gross. I started crying (typical). My Fireman quickly helped me with the mess and repeated that it was totally fine- no need to cry.
The tears kept coming- unstoppable at this point.
Fireman: Amber it is totally fine- look, I think we can savage the pickles- and if we can’t I can go to the store right now and get another jar.
Me: But.. I really wanted those pickles.. Actually- the pickle juice. And now it is all over the floor.
Yep. This preggo wanted the pickle juice- To me it was even worth crying over.
I know. These weird cravings/desires. I’m a mess. My Fireman will agree.