Mayonnaise on Tacos

During the third trimester of my pregnancy I had a hard time finding the energy to cook every night.  On nights like those I had family dinners in the freezer that I could throw in the oven.  But, like all pregnant women, I had my cravings every once in a while.  One night, I was too tired to cook and none of the easy prep meals sounded good.  I had been craving pork tacos from Café Rio for a while (during my pregnancy my cravings would stay until I ate whatever I was craving, so sometimes my craving for a particular food item would last for days if I couldn’t eat it right away).  So I called Gerson and asked him to bring me some pork tacos for dinner – he heartily agreed because he loves Café Rio!

When Gerson got home we sat down and dug into our dinner.  I grabbed what I thought was sour cream and spread it on my first taco.  I quickly finished it (sometimes when you are pregnant and hungry you aren’t exactly proper at the dinner table), and began spreading “sour cream” on my second taco.  Right as I was about to take a bite Gerson said, “I didn’t know you liked mayo on your tacos.”  I looked at the container in front of me and realized that it was not the Sour Cream container, but the Mayonnaise container.

Water works.

“ I don’t!  I thought it was sour cream!” I said sobbing.  I threw my uneaten taco down and just cried and cried.  Poor Gerson tried to make it better.  He asked me if I had put mayonnaise on the first taco and I said yes; then he asked me if I had liked it and I said yes.  “Well if it tastes good to you then you can eat this one.”  “No I can’t!  Because now I know that it’s mayo that’s on here!”  (Still sobbing.)  Gerson then offered to go get me something else; no that made me embarrassed.  Then he offered to give me the rest of his pork salad; no that also made me embarrassed.

An hour or two later I ate a bowl of cereal.

Sometime after Benjamin was born, Gerson and I were telling this story to my parents.  This time it was not upsetting; it was hilarious.  I was laughing so hard I couldn’t even finish telling the story.  It was one of those moments where it was a catastrophe when it happened, and extremely funny later on.

There isn’t a revelatory message to this story; just that sometimes we need to look back and laugh at ourselves.  Which is why I typed this up.  I was having a rough day and needed to feel better, and this story always makes me laugh.  So, when you are having a rough day, revisit something that makes you laugh, something that can take your mind off of what is troubling you.  Write it down or type it up, share it or keep it to your self, and reread it when you need to.

On a side note: I want to give a shout out to Gerson for being so sweet during my pregnancy tantrums!