cravings

Since this whole pregnancy lark, I've had something new to blame food cravings on - rather than homesickness, boredom or depression.

Do I want a sausage biscuit? Must be the hormones. Do I want a SunDrop to wash that down with? Must be the hormones. Never mind that these are truly the food and drink of the gods.

Actually, I haven't been plagued with too many cravings that I'm reasonably sure are pregnancy related rather than the result of bad habits of life time - other than cravings for apples or beef. And these are reasonably easily satisified. I have been dreading having cravings that just can't be satisfied on British soil (e.g. sausage biscuit, SunDrop) or could only be satisfied by visiting one of those exclusive epiceries in the American expat ghettoes of London (e.g. velveeta shells and cheese). I refuse to pay the equivalent of $10 for a small packet of highly processed American food. I've been an expat for 10 years now, I generally know how to substitute and make do. Do you think you can buy hushpuppies anywhere in London. Course not - but I do know how to fry some up.

But for the past few days, I've been craving Fritos. They don't sell Fritos here. And I've only ever found something resembling Fritos once and that was in a Kosher grocery in North West of Wembley - which is about an hour a bit away by Tube. But I ask myself...would it really be worth the trouble of making the Vol-in-Law travel all that way?