Yep…chocolate. And salt. (Chocolate covered pretzels, anyone?).
And like GilaB , meat. Red meat. And I do tend to enjoy it more rare than I usually would when I am not in Hormone Hell.
Oh…and sometimes, due to a hatred for all other carbon-based life at that time of the month, I also have a craving for weapons (guns, knives, etc. etc.) Does that count?
Pickled jalapeno chillies
Pickled Cucumbers
Chocolate
Custard
Guinness
Soft cheeses (Brie, Camembert, Cambazola)
Pickled Walnuts (this is a new one)
Pizza with anchovies and olives
Sex
Feelgood movies (“Amelie” or the “Wizard of Oz”)
Soft things against my skin (I wear my softest clothes)
Nice smells (I use a lot of perfume and incense, for some reason I can smell EVERTHING during those days)
I’m just a hormonal bundle of fun for about a week!
Potato chips. Has to be something salty and crunchy, and potato chips are my favourite of that food group. Also, alcohol. I notice that I rarely have a drink after work, or before dinner, but PMS time, and I just “feel like it”.
It used to be strictly sweets, but now it’s gone almost exclusively salty. Potato chips (which I don’t normally like), French fries, dry roasted peanuts (not any other kind, just dry roasted), Bold’n’Spicy Chex mix, Funyuns . . . the list goes on. Last month, I ate the salt out of the bottom of my container of peanuts. I felt vaguely ashamed after that, as I wanted more.
Red meat. Rare.
Fresh fruit – melon and pears.
And dark chocolate ice cream. Preferably custard, actually, but I can’t afford to eat at Culver’s three times a day for a week. But it would be wonderful if I could.
If you didn’t have linkies for this …and not knowing what rooster sauce was, bukkake this opening line from you would have instantly catapulted you to #1 All Time Female Doper.
A gun…a really big freakin’ hand gun.
You know, like the desert eagle one in Snatch?
I wouldn’t mind if it was entirely chocolate, either…as long as I could still shoot it.
Shopping by myself last night came up with these results:
Garlic Bagel Chips
Artichoke & Black Olive Hummus
3 Peppers Spicy Hummus
1 thingy of Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream
1 thingy of Rocky Road Ice Cream
1 12 pack of Bud Light
Yeah…that was dinner last night. owie, owie, owie, cramps!
I too get cravings for meat. But only chicken since I don’t eat beef. I don’t really eat pork either but sometimes sliced ham will work.
Chinese food. Broccoli chicken. Fried rice. CRAB RANGOON! CRAB RANGOON!
(I actually wouldn’t mind having some right now and it isn’t even that time of month.)
Also here’s my weird one: Bisquick. Like the biscuits you make with bisquick, or the strawberry shortcake recipe that’s on the back of the box. I have no idea why. Bisquick is just awesome like that. I can eat like a half dozen of those biscuits. Mmmmm.
Hershey bars. With almonds. The plain will not do, I must have the almond bars. I usually buy one of the really big bars, the ones that are like 8" x 6" and eat it over the span of a couple of days.
Red grape juice, because my mother always swore up and down that it was good for cramps and gave it to me and my sister and maybe it was the power of suggestion, but it worked then and it works now. It just makes me feel right.
I also crave comforting, stick-to-the-ribs foods like mashed potatoes/shepherds pie, lasagna, and chili, and Cream of Wheat or oatmeal for breakfast, even in the summer.
I don’t really seem to have many cravings but i just eat whatever can be grabbed, and i love easy cheese at PMStime. Lately too, I made snickerdoodles, and ate most of those.
I ate Mounds bars last week, and also Reeses Peanut Butter cups. I had Domino’s Pizza for supper.
Surfing th’ crimson wave,
anya marie
Heh, my youngest daughter and I had a code when she still lived at home: “PMS kit”. This is a 1 pound bag of plain M&M’s and a really big bag of sunflower seeds in the shell.
Okay, last night I was reading the boards while pigging out on Hickory Sticks and cheap truffles, feeling pretty stressed out and down in the dumps. I guess I know what’s up.
I’ll even elaborate. During PMS (when my head aches so badly it makes my left eye feel like it’s bulging out of its socket, my stomach cramps so badly it makes anything I eat evacuate my body within a half hour, and I am covered in stress hives), I crave tentacles and sharp teeth. If I could shoot out little sharp, hook covered tentacles like a giant squid and drag the things that annoy me in to a clacking, sharp maw of death, I would be satisfied.
I crave the characteristics of an angry giant squid with red ink.