First, it needs to be said, I'm not a liquor kind of girl. Well, *ahem* I used to be...but ironically, I don't remember if I liked it or not. My friends tell me I did, but those stories are for another time. Once I got turned onto wine, it's pretty much been the only thing I drink with any consistency. Before I got pregnant, Jake and I would have a glass, sometimes two, with dinner almost every night. *Ah, those were the days.* We took a trip last summer to Charlottesville to tour some local vineyards and do some wine tasting, although I would not consider myself a "wino" by any means. Anytime the "wine people" start getting into tannins, acidity and varietals, my eyes will inevitably cross and they will assume I'm already drunk and cut me off. One man actually told me that the wine I was currently sampling tasted of "earth and saddlebags" and had a "humorous finish." I stared at him blankly. Where the crap did he get his marketing skills from? All this to say, I'm much more surprised to find myself somewhat disinterested in the grape so far this pregnancy.
But an ice cold margarita sounds fabulous right now. I can almost taste it. In fact, it's all I've been wanting now for the past 3 weeks. This, coming from the person who was indifferent toward Mexican food for a better part of my life prior to getting pregnant. Now, I have it weekly- sometimes twice weekly and it's usually my idea to go and get it. Margaritas were never on my radar either- I would maybe indulge in one or two over the course of an entire summer, but that's about as exciting as it got for me. Now, seeing big posters of this lime libation splattered on the walls of our favorite Mexican restaurant automatically sets off the countdown in my head. 13 weeks...12 weeks 2 days...12 weeks to go. All the while we're there, I'm ogling the pictures with glazed eyes the way most women do over the likes of someone like Javier Bardem or Patrick Dempsy.
When I start to think this through rationally, it can't possibly be the tequila I'm craving--can it? I haven't had many good experiences with tequila. (Whatever you do, do not mix it with diet coke when studying for a percussion exam. It does not take the edge off. Better yet, don't mix it with diet coke, period). *shudders* The point is, I could only drink a margarita if the taste of the tequila was heavily masked. So perhaps it is the feeling I'm craving (and no, I don't just mean the buzz). Tasting the fresh lime, hearing the ice clink in the glass, feeling the pure relaxation that is "Margaritaville." I'm now waiting for a warm weekend (which will probably be in the next few weeks) to try and perfect a virgin margarita recipe and see if it doesn't at least help to curb the craving. I may end up disappointed. I have a sneaky suspicion that after all is said and done and baby is here, I will take my first coveted sip and feel that I've been ripped off- that in fact, they aren't nearly as good as I remember them- and that ultimately (and sadly), most of the appeal came from the fact that I knew I couldn't have it.
Then again, one sip could legitimately send this now light-weight Momma to another stratosphere, thus making it THE best drink I've had in 10 months. It's all just a waiting game for now...
Ohh yum! I have been craving a simple Seagrams wine cooler! Only 15 or so more weeks for me... ahh that seems like forever! lol
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