They are 1) cake and 2) burgers. I have such a visceral reaction to both, and am very opinionated on them. For cake, none of this sheet cake nonsense. It needs to be at least 2 thick layers, and it needs to be from scratch, and the frosting better be butter-based. As far as burgers, Luke bemoans the fact that I had to have a burger and fry palate cleanser during our two and a half weeks in Italy ($26 from the fancy hotel that caters to wealthy Americans!) I had the best to-date from Provo's hip Communal restaurant a week ago. For our Christmas present, Luke and I were going to go out to a nice dinner, but it just hadn't happened. We finally made it out this month and targeted this locally-sourced, often organic restaurant. Their burger was on the lunch menu, but of course the babysitter was coming at dinnertime. I called ahead, and on behalf of my pregnant self, basically begged for a burger at dinner time. It was delicious! Like many places, they grind their own chuck, but the addition of bacon into the mix really ups the ante. I told Luke that when the baby comes, I'm going to need one as part of my post-labor replenishment diet!
There is a point to this mini-essay. I was talking about jello with a friend on Sunday, and shared with her that when I was ill when I was 10, turning 11, and on a liquid diet for months, my birthday cake was orange jello with candles in it. Sad. Thank you, Mom, as it was the only thing I could eat, and she did make me a proper birthday cake when my doctor cleared me for solids again, but wow! During this same liquid diet stage I had a dream about burgers and fries. I basically strong-armed my mom into taking me to Hardees after my doc said I could have solids. I told my friend this story, and then thought - hey, that must be where my food loves come from. Try being 10 and 11 and being deprived of normal food - and apparently my subconscious knew that cake and burgers were the epitome of normal food. ????
How's that for some epicurean pop psychology?