Maybe it’s because I have no ass, and I’ve always really wanted one.
Maybe it’s because I have the sense of humor of a ten-year old boy.
Maybe it’s because I want to throw an old school hip hop dance party in my kitchen.
Maybe it’s because my body is secretly trying to tell me I need protein.
Maybe it’s because my digestive system is trying to get back on track after the excessive sugar consumption from the holidays.
Whatever the reason, I’ve been craving beans and rice the same way an OCD person craves clean uncluttered spaces.
And, red beans and rice always makes me think of Sir Mix-A-Lot’s Baby Got Back. Highly inappropriate, highly suggestive, and a lot catchy, this song has been stuck in my head, on repeat, for days because I’m OD’ing on rice and beans over here…in a good way.
It all began on New Year’s Day, where I kicked off the year in style, with my own batch of rice and beans. I threw in some bell peppers and corn for color (maybe flavor too) and got my eats on.
Not only was this little ditty dinner on Tuesday, I made enough for it to be lunch on Thursday. Thinking my craving had been satisfied, I moved onto other foods and other meals for a time or two, but my body had different plans. When I went to pick up lunch on Friday, I breezed by the typical salad section, I didn’t bat an eye at the pizza, and somehow I ended up in the sandwich area, where even the stacked veggies on hearty slices of bread didn’t appeal to me.
There was a lone veggie burrito though and when I queried on its contents, I was told onions, peppers, rice and beans. “Ding, ding, ding,” my brain sounded and then Back Got Back started playing….again, somewhere in the background of my mind. ♫ “Red beans and rice didn’t miss her… ♫
So Cosmo says you’re fat
Well I ain’t down with that!
‘Cause your waist is small
And your curves are kickin’
And I’m thinkin’ bout stickin’.”
You’d think three servings of rice and beans in four days would be enough to quiet my addled mind and my very full belly (who I aptly named Poncho years ago), but it appears not to be the case.
Case in point: the Hubby and I went on a date on Saturday (look at how romantic I am already). We went out to lunch and followed it up with a movie. The Hobbit was great if you’re into that kind of thing (I am), but not the moral of the story today, although truth be told, today’s tale has no moral or even a point, for that matter. Back to the food: we hit up Liquid Planet where I ordered a veggie wrap this time, but with a side of brown rice and beans. I could have had chips and hummus or salsa, the apple slices with peanut butter, or a handful of other choices (all healthy; McDonald’s take notice), but I chose the rice and beans because I’m in a deliberately self-inflicted rut.
♪ “So, fellas! (yeah) Fellas! (yeah! )
Has your girlfriend got the butt?
(Hell Yeah! )
Tell ’em to shake it!
(Shake it! )
(Shake it! )
Shake the healthy butt!”
See, Sir Mix-A-Lot is into nutrition too.
Later on that very same evening (I’m completely insatiable), we met some friends for dinner at a bar/restaurant. Not my usual choice, but then again, it’s wasn’t my pick. When we arrived, I scoured the menu high and low looking for some vegetarian options and nothing really called to me….not the salads, not the pasta or the portabella burger. What should come as no surprise and what did ultimately jump out and grab me by the collar (although I wasn’t wearing a collar) was the mini tacos with queso fresco, cilantro, avocado, jalapeno and yep, you got it….beans and rice.
♫”You can do side bends or sit-ups,
But please don’t lose that butt.”
Sir Mix-A-Lot should have done a workout video.
So what do you do when Baby Got Back is on a constant loop inside your mind and you’ve eaten five servings of rice and beans in five days? Share the wealth, and see if I can’t get this song stuck in your head too. Happy Monday.
Do you ever go on strange food craving binges? And does it make you think of music? If so, which song?