On Sunday, my mother-in-law was over for a bit. She loves real food, but isn’t a member of a CSA, like we are. I remembered a delicata squash that had been sitting on our counter, and asked her, “Sherri…do you want a squash?” She lit up, excited at the prospect, recipes already brewing in her mind’s eye. I retrieved the squash from the window sill, and – alas – it had already started to mold. We waited too long. The food was lost.
To be perfectly honest, these days it’s hard for me to eat the food that we’re getting from the farm. To be more precise, it’s hard for me to eat any fruit or veggies. Period. My pregnancy is giving me terrible acid reflux, and it’s worst when I eat produce.
Mr. Wetzel and I went out to eat tonight, and I got salmon. Mmmm…great brain food for the baby! On the plate were some potato wedges and grilled asparagus, and despite myself, I picked them off the plate and set them aside, of of site. Even the site churned my belly.
The midwife says it’s hormonal, and things should calm down a bit after the 30 week marker. Hopefully, in the meantime, the extra honeycrisps I picked up at the farm won’t rot on the kitchen counter, as well. They are so tasty, it would break my heart to toss them. However, at this juncture, it would break my esophagus to eat them prematurely.