Oh drat. I knew it would happen. A craving for a beautiful, vine-ripened tomato sandwich, with mayo and salt and pepper-- that you have to eat over the sink because it's so juicy it drips all over the place.

In January.

Won't someone please explain this to the one in utero that keeps demanding it? It won't listen to me.

As a side note, at first, I typed "hormonos", which tickled me.