Dude, I was just at SueBob’s site and saw this in her archives. I’d pretty much kill for that sandwich right now. I wonder if I can order it somewhere without someone puking? I’ll have to try.
I’ve officially come to the eating portion of this pregnancy. I think and dream about only food. Food, food, food. I want it all. Things I’d never eat normally, like cheesecake or Little Debbie’s or Pizza loaded down with everything (I have pizza issues), sound so good to me right now. I put the strangest things together and eat them. I regularly make my kids want to puke. They think I’m so gross.
Luckily I only have a few weeks left, or I’d end up weighing a zillion tons. Because peanut butter probably isn’t meant to be put on everything.
One peanut butter, bacon and pickle sandwich to go, please.



I put it on ice cream.
Ahem. Every night.
It has to be sweet pickle, though. Otherwise it won’t work. It is seriously good food. I wouldn’t lie to you about something like that!
Pretzels. Dipped in Cheese Whiz. Then dipped in bacon bits.
Yum.
Or, at least, Yum when I was pregnant. I’m not so sure about now…