Okay, we have all heard the DON'T EAT FISH while pregnant rule. Well, big shocker I heard about 50 versions of that rule and all were equally hilarious. There are such nervous nillys out there, it cracks me up. Anywho, I am a huge fish lover, big on fish, big on fish! How big? Well, lets just say that when I eat at Pismo's local eatery the Cracked Crab, it looks like that scene from Splash (with Daryl Hanna) when she is ripping into lobster like it was a box of See's Candies! Or, my husband did tell me it looked like a scene from animal planet when a shark sneaks up on it's unsuspecting prey. Yeah, that would be me. To actually sit there and watch me eat like this could do one of these things:
1. Make you laugh so hard you can no longer breath and or quite possible pee your pants.
2. Turn you off from your fish your loving diet and save people from a seafood devouring person like myself
3. Get the sudden urge to start selling tickets to this feasting freak show
Okay, okay back to the no fish thing. So, I get a book from my doctor and it pretty much spells everything out for you. You can eat this and this and this BUT, you cannot eat:
-Shark (JAWS gets to live to see another day)
-Swordfish (What no swordfish?! I eat it daily!! J/K)
-King Mackerel (Sounds like a bands name)
-Tilefish (WTF is this fish…somebody, anybody?)
Then to top it off the tuna they allow you to eat is the dark meat tuna that sits in water!!! Blehhhh! Oh, and don't forget about the 12 ounces of fish you can eat at one time…for the week! Or split it into two meals, which would be 6 ounces each meal (I totally busted out my mad math skills for that one).
I digress, back to my craving of a boat load of fish in week 23. So, week 23 was a nice week filled with one big ol' surprise for my husband. What was that surprise??? A nice trip to the beach! I knew we had both been craving a nice bowl of clam chowder and fish and chips for some time, so why not suffice that craving at Pismo Beach? Once we arrive we checked in and quickly ran to our favorite spot for…you guessed it, a boat load of delicious fish! When we arrived at Splash I looked at my husband and said "I would like a clam chowder bread bowl and an order of fish and chips, momma has been holding off on fish for this one meal so do not miss anything I have just told you." Like the amazing husband he is, he asked no questions, made no comments about the ounces of fish consumption and just ordered what was on my "need to eat" list.
Within minutes our food was delivered to us and I was already a hot mess, chowder was everywhere fries were in my bread bowl; it was not a classy affair.
To top it off we were seated at the front of the joint where people can pass by and watch you eat like you are a monkey in a zoo. So, I am pretty sure people were watching in horror and possibly facebooking the pregnant woman devouring her meal at Splash Cafe. Did I care…NOT AT ALL. In fact, I am sure I would have posed with my chowder, that's how happy I was.
I saved my fish meal for the best time ever and have yet to eat a meal so satisfying…well, kinda. HAHA!
