Aside from the Twinkies dipped in cool whip, I really haven't had any of those weird pregnancy cravings that I've always heard about. What I do get, is a craving for normal, everyday food items. So it was no surprise when over a week ago I really started craving sesame chicken. I happen to love Chinese food (in a strange twist, my sister does not and she just moved to China. Go figure.) and sesame chicken is one of my favorite entrees. There are two Chinese restaurants here in Lamar. One offers a lunch buffet and their sesame chicken is amazing! The other restaurant is very good, but their sesame chicken is spicy so I'm not really a fan.
Now that you have the background information, let me tell you what happened yesterday. I finally reached my breaking point and decided if I didn't have sesame chicken I was literally going to chew my arm off. Yes, it was that bad. I called a girlfriend of mine who is a stay at home mom to see if she wanted to join me for lunch. Unfortunately she had prior plans. All my other friends work and their lunch breaks aren't until around noon. I like to eat lunch before 11:30 lately. Finally I decided, "Screw it, I'll just go by myself!"
I hurried and got ready, which consisted of throwing on a pair of sweat pants and pulling my hair back into a ponytail, threw my jacket on, and reached for my keys. Unfortunately, they weren't on the key rack where they belonged. This meant I spent the next ten minutes frantically looking for the them while visions of sesame chicken swam around in my head. I had my jacket on, so as not to waste anytime getting out the door once the said keys were located. After I broke out in a mild sweat, I decided to call Greg to see if he hid them. Of course he didn't answer his phone. So, what do I do? I turn around and immediately text him. I got a response that read, "I think I have them". Great. He took both sets of keys with him to work which meant I was stranded. I could have screamed. The sesame chicken in my mind grew a face and began laughing at me. I had plans to go grocery shopping as soon as I finished my feast at the restaurant, so I was not surprised to open the kitchen pantry door and be greeted by....nothing. I dug around and in the back I found a can of "healthy" soup. Which translates into mostly broth with some vegetables thrown in for the heck of it. I was pissed. I opened the can up and fixed myself a bowl in silent misery.
That afternoon I came to the conclusion that I deserved to be taken to dinner that night. Can you guess where? I anxiously waited for Greg to come home, which of course meant that he didn't get off on time. I shouldn't gripe about an hour of overtime, but I was seriously ready to get my eat on. Then, after he had finally texted me that he was on his way, I began to put my jacket on when his estimated arrival time came around. But instead of hearing the sound of our truck pulling into the drive I heard the sound of my phone receiving a text. I open it up, it's Greg, and it reads, "Road construction started today..it will be another 10 minutes".
Somehow the ten minutes passed fairly quickly and he finally pulled up in the drive. I ran (OK, waddled) out to jump in, happy that I was finally going to be able to satisfy my raging craving. As we approached the restaurant I began to wonder where all the cars were. Eventually I noticed the sign in the window that read "Closed". This could not be happening. We pulled up to the entrance, only to be greeted by a sign on the door that read, "Closed for Vacation until March 30th".
Just in case your wondering, a cheese enchilada and a chili relleno at a Mexican restaurant does not compare to sesame chicken. Is it March 30th yet?