You know that one Indian commercial (I think I saw it on zeetv) where the pregnant woman wakes up her husband in the middle of the night and says 'butter chicken khane ko man kar raha hai' with this cute look on her face. And then the husband is like ummm...how am I gonna make butter chicken at 3am at night. And then he has this aha moment and remembers this (I forgot the name of it) quick and easy spice mix or whatever that makes it really easy to make butter chicken. So then he makes it really quick and then you see him and his pregnant wife downing butter chicken and rice at 3:30 in the morning with happy, pleased looks on their faces. I love it. She had a craving. She had to have butter chicken and she had to have it now. At 3 am. No ifs ands or butts. This is how I feel about food and life in general. After chewing on cherries, yum rosemary crostini crackers and bleu and amadeus cheeses after a good swim today with friends, I felt a craving for more. More cheese. More crackers. More food. I just wanted to enjoy. Everything just tasted so good. Oh wait, I just realized I'm in the second half of my cycle. This happens almost every time! So I sped to Whole Foods and bought a whole bunch of stuff. I kid you not but as I was shopping I had the following thoughts going through my head: 'Look at this cheese. Look at how scrumptious it is, look at its texture. How beautiful is this. I am so lucky to be alive right now. I get to eat this cheese. Oh and look at this raspberry marmalade over here. Oh my. I can't wait to feel how it's going to glide down my throat on a crispy piece of toast. Oh and look at these tomatoes...so red! So plump. Thank you lord. Thank you for these tomatoes with which I will make yummy omelettes. Why god. Why are you so good to us human beings.' Sometimes food can make you a little crazy. But being crazy is being alive isn't it. And being Alive is about satisfying your craving.