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Damn the person who got me remembering NYC appetizing... I'm craving it now. I want a whole smoked whitefish. I want pickled lox in cream sauce, with onions. Oh, and onion pletzels (very flat chewy bread topped with onion)--never seen those outside New York. Bagels yes, even a bialy now and then, but never a pletzel.

Do you think I could get one of the famous places like Russ & Daughters to air-freight me some? Maybe they could get it through customs...

(I suppose I could do the pickled lox here, you can technically make it at home. The whitefish is beyond my capabilities, though; I don't think they even have whitefish here. They do have herring, and British Jews are as fond of it as New York ones. Not sure I've seen it in cream sauce, but then it's often sold at the butcher's here.)

I grew up with a full dairy spread every Sunday morning. Bowls of pickled and smoked fish, cheese, bagels, pastry, salads... mmm, so good! Even when I was a little girl I loved the fish (funnily enough I didn't develop a taste for smoked salmon till I got older and discovered that the reason I didn't like it was that my mother always had the belly lox and it was too salty. Once I tried Nova, that was it.) I would sit there and eat enormous pieces of whitefish and pick out the thousand tiny bones. Jen always hated all fish (except lox) and would eat all the vegetable farmer cheese. My dad went for the herring. My uncle wanted the pletzels and jelly doughnuts.

As I can't have any I have to reminisce instead. :)

having a migraine (first time in ages, too) and I don't even have so much as a paracetamol... that's what I get for constantly forgetting to get any :/

(always used to use ibuprofen, but I can't have any now :( )

This is the worst, longest migraine I've had in a LONG time. (It still hurts but not as bad.) I was forced to call Neil to come home with paracetamol and take me to the hospital for my antenatal appointment. There was no way I could have made it on my own.

The hospital was fun, not. First of all, I had to fill my bladder for the scan. I was feeling slightly queasy, but thought "it's just 500ml of water" and chugged it down. I threw out the bottle and started walking towards the lift. 3 steps later: Exorcist moment. It was a good thing I hadn't eaten all day.

The scan was fine. I then ended up waiting an hour and a half to see the consultant--just what I needed :/ It took 5 minutes in the end. All is fine, my GTT was normal but she still wants me to do another one at 32 weeks :/ My free T4 is a little low, so I've had my Synthroid adjusted (perfectly normal in pregnancy).

Sainsburys was out of clumping cat litter. And Campbell's cream of mushroom soup. *grumps* Dinner is tuna casserole, because anything more complicated is beyond my capabilities tonight. (Neil boiled the pasta, all I had to do was mix things together.)

Going to go rest my head again before dinner...