When I was pregnant, I didn’t have cravings – I had aversions. I envied those women who craved cheeseburgers and ice cream and got a free pass to eat them in stretchy pants at their leisure. For me, the smell – or even thought – of most food, and particularly meat, was nausea-inducing. I finally understood how those people who could go through a day and forget to eat felt. I didn’t want much of anything, except perhaps the occasional slurpee and sour things, like lemonade. A friend who had gone through the same sent a list of foods that weren’t as bad coming back up.
Among the worst: roasted chicken and chicken soup. Totally not fair. One day while grocery shopping in Vancouver, a lady passed me with her cart, slumped over the bar, pulling apart and eating a deli chicken with her fingers. I had to run, not walk, to the loo.
Not surprisingly, anything fishy prompted a similar reaction. On another very pregnant day I made the unwise decision to make pad Thai on a (now off the air) cooking show called City Cooks, and when I poured the fish sauce into the hot pan, the host and entire crew watched as the colour drained out of my face and I struggled to not throw up on live TV. Good times.
Since then my appetite for chicken soup in any form has waned. But last week at a Thai restaurant in Red Deer I had a taste of Tom Ka Gai – I had forgotten how much I loved Thai coconut soup. It’s easy to make – and the lemon, garlic, ginger and chiles send those Thanksgiving flavours running. This bowl tastes nothing like turkey leftovers.