What dreams are made of

I have pretty strong food cravings, and typically I cannot or will not settle on eating something that I'm not specifically in the mood for. If I don't know what I'm craving- I'll often wait to eat until I figure it out (which drives Dustin nuts- he's literally staaaaaaaaaaaaarving apparently) since I've found substitutions do not work. If I eat something I wasn't truly hungry for it doesn't stop me from eating again later when I uncover my true desire. It just causes me to take in more calories in the mean time.

Tonight's desire was a chocolate chip bagel, something I don't think I've had in years, and in general am not overly fond of. But for some reason it was all I wanted, so you can imagine my disappointment when Panera couldn't oblige my request (And seriously? Don't offer me poppy seed. You're not even close). For some reason, my next thought was that I would just make something when I got home. I threw the chocolate chip idea out the window and somehow dreamt up this culinary masterpiece: Puff Pastry with Sweetened Cream Cheese and Orange Filling. Sounds like heaven doesn't it? I had it all planned, they would be little triangles of sweet and tangy goo, with sugar dusted on top for a hint of crunch when I bit into the fluffy treat. I even had all of the ingredients! I was going to satisfy my sweet tooth and create a epicurean delight in one swift twirl of my apron. But alas, by the time I got home, my motivation no longer matched my desire.

So I ate one of these:

And I am not the least bit sorry!

(P.S. I don't even know what I'm going to be like when I'm pregnant someday...be afraid).