Pregnancy brings with it cravings, aversions and a nostalgia for the food of one’s childhood – scotch eggs, fish and chips, or more meat than seems reasonable
When pregnant with me, my allegedly vegetarian mother once ate an entire salami, string and all, before she’d even reached the till (apparently toxoplasmosis didn’t exist in 1984).
Now it is my turn to thicken my baby waist with love and longing. And, in keeping with the family tradition, I have found myself eating pork pies and sausage rolls like the last two decades of near-vegetarianism never happened.
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