My Hubby's Thing

My hubby has a thing. Well, I think most men have a thing, but I'm talking about a thing.

What I mean is that he gets on these food jags where he'll eat the same thing over and over and over, day after day for weeks on end, then he'll suddenly stop and not want to eat it for months. Usually after I have stocked up on said item.

Right now his thing is fake crab nachos. Except they're really not nachos -- they're tortilla chips with melted shredded cheese and fake crab. He's eaten them every night since Christmas Eve, I think.

Other things he's eaten:
Red Vines
Seafood subs from Subway with pickles
Trail mix, but nothing store bought because it might have something that isn't M & Ms, raisins, dry roasted peanuts or peanut butter chips in it. You'd have thought I bought him poison when I got him a mix that had all of that, plus almonds. Almonds = bad, I guess.
Popcorn, but not air popped with real butter and salt. Nope, he likes microwave popcorn with this unnaturally orange butter-flavored popcorn salt on it (and lots of it).
Peanut M & Ms
Reese's Peanut Butter Cups (but not the minis)
Instant apples & cinnamon oatmeal
Honey Nut Cheerios
Frosted Flakes
Starburst
Jelly Belly Jelly beans, but only ever the tangerine and cherry flavors
Sunkist strawberry soda (blech)

And here I am, the pregnant one, whose only cravings are for sushi, a margarita, and a nap -- none of which I can have right now.