I’m the last in the family to have a baby so the craving thing isn’t unusual to them at all.
When my SIL was pregnant she loved
When my sister was pregnant she adored milkshakes. During her pregnancy she was promised a milkshake outing and a scheduling conflict occurred and the outing didn’t happen. She was crushed. Sister’s husband, mi esposo and I knowing how much she wanted one concocted a plan to get one and make her happy. Mi esposo and I drove to her favorite place which was about 40 minutes away from her house, packed it in ice and ice packs (you would have though we were transporting a liver) and headed to her house. When her hubby opened the door and she realized her milkshake had arrived she was happy and all was right with the world.
Now I’m the pregnant chick and one morning I woke up wanting baked ziti. Not a dying need for it of course. A taste, that’s all, I wanted just a taste of it.
Sister’s husband makes the best baked ziti, and naturally I asked him if he would make it for me. He works nights so if he isn’t working, he’s watching his daughter during the day, my sister’s BB. He just didn’t have time plus its summer and therefore too hot to make baked ziti. It’s also a time consuming and laborious process as the sauce must be made scratch and all ingredients must be incorporate in a precise manner, or at least that’s what my brother-in-law tells me. I thought about stealing his recipe but it’s a family recipe, saved in the minds of the family and not on paper, but even if I were to make it I was sure I couldn’t duplicate my BIL’s baked ziti.
Remember my milkshake story, well my sister returned the favor recently in a big way.
She knew I wanted just a taste of it and so she made me baked ziti, actually penne, she bought the wrong type of pasta but who cares! It was made! She worked with her hubby and made the sauce from scratched and baked it with love for me.