Twice in as many weeks, I've been asked "Are you expecting?"
Last night it was my neighbor.
Yes, I do have cravings, but no, I'm not having a baby. Thank you for asking.
Women love that question. #sarcasm
I actually wasn't offended, though. I wasn't upset when the cashier at the grocery store asked me last week either. There was so much excitement in her voice. "Are you having a baby?!"
I was almost sorry to disappoint her with, "No, I just need to lose some weight."
My weight does like to show up in my midsection and even when I'm more fit, it hangs on right there, around my waist like a warm hug.Those are the last pounds to say goodbye. I credit genetics and my love of sweets. I've made peace with my belly.
In the meantime, I have been craving broccoli salad. I love the stuff. And when I really was pregnant years ago, I would frequent Sweet Tomatoes just to eat their version.
Here is my own. It's lighter since it doesn't have mayo like most broccoli salads. But it's full of flavors and texture like sweet and sour, smoke and crunch.
