Hello blog. Aside from a stint on Xanga, this is my first attempt to broadcast my words on the internet. You will soon learn that I am not a serious blogger and that my numerous physical diaries are either 3/4 empty or if you are the positive thinking kind, a 1/4 full. Nevertheless, a picture of a recent indulgence brought a desire to share my experiences as a voracious eater that also happens to be pregnant at the moment.
I have been attracted by the recent onslaught of Mickey D ads regarding their new frappes, Caramel and Mocha. It had been a long held misconception of mine that preggerland means no caffeine whatsoever. But a discussion with my doctor and a nurse specializing in OB care saved me from living that stereotype any longer. The main reason for no caffeine is the dehydrating effects of caffeinated drinks which isn't good for pregnant women. A preggo lady would be fine as long as she didn't overdo the caffeine and drank enough liquids to cover the indulgence.
Nevertheless, I have never really been a coffee drinker. Love the smell, hate the taste. So instead of heading to the Golden Arches, I made a pit stop at a Union Square Starbucks and rather than a frappuccino, I had a strawberries and cream smoothie-like concoction. I didn't, however, stop the barista from filling it to the top with whipped cream. This would be the first time I've ever had an indulgence of this sort, ever. Seriously.
Please allow me to present an exception, I have had milk shakes of which I am a big fan but didn't often possess the guts to indulge. Since this indulgence has waited a lifetime, I was quite proud of this moment. It was worthy of being documented via Facebook and I included a luscious picture of the pink and creme-colored concoction on my posting. Upon casually opening my Facebook account the next day, I was bombarded by notifications that friends had posted on my wall. My postings normally do not elicit much attention and so I was curious what had caused such a response. To my complete shock, it was the Starbucks posting!
Apparently, I shouldn't have bothered to inquire about the caffeine. The responses were more akin to concerns that the beverage was cold and full of sugar. Being a Chinese-American and quite Westernized in my food tastes, the idea of not drinking cold beverages elude me. Am I to drink warm milk every day with my cereal? Or perhaps hot OJ with my egg sandwich? My fraternal grandmother had always told me that women should not drink too many cold things especially during their 'you know what' period. I had always believed in the truth of that but to completely withdraw from cold beverages just sounds ridiculous! I overheat once the mercury hits 80 degrees and the thought that I am just in the middle of my pregnancy with full blown summer still around the corner, man, that just makes me mad!
Well, it may now seem anti-climactic to include the fact that the whipped cream sitting atop my drink also granted me several 'tsks, tsks.' All I can say is, lighten up, people! And the frappe wasn't even all that great... With that said, I will continue to air my pregnant food adventures full force en blog. Stay a while and see!
