So first a caveat from my wife... I opened a bottle of wine tonight and since she doesn't help me drink much these days I felt compelled to enjoy most of the wine myself. So please forgive any content and/or spelling indiscretions that I may have tonight. Unless of course you spell ketchup as "catsup" - then you need more help than this poor blog can give you.
Now on to my story... Two major events happened today. Lindsey ejected (I'm not sure this is the right word?!) at least part of her mucus plug and I tried the banana ketchup that we brought home from our honeymoon in St. Lucia. As you will see, these two events are not as different as you might first suspect.
First, the mucus plug. Guys, in case you didn't already know this (I had no idea until birthing class), women accrue (again, what's the right word here, people?) a "plug" of mucus in their cervix during pregnancy. It's essentially an accumulation of secretions that serves as a protective barrier between the big, bad world and the baby. Sometime before birth (sometimes as much as two weeks) the plug discharges (please, somebody help with some euphemisms here - I'm grossing myself out!). Kind of like the pregnancy version of Mr. Hanky, I suppose. At any rate, the plug looks just like this (please don't look if you are faint of heart, squeamish or are currently eating banana ketchup).
As I have already alluded to, this looked just like the banana ketchup that I ate! If you're interested in banana ketchup, it's one of the exports of the island of St. Lucia, where Lindsey and I had our honeymoon. Bananas are the big crop there and, wouldn't you know it, some enterprising St. Lucian decided that it would be a great idea to make ketchup out of them. Oddly enough, the bottle that we bought had a nasty dark splotch in it, just like the picture of the mucus plug. Perhaps inspired by "Steve Don't Eat It", I ate it anyway. So far, I'm still alive and I'm here to report that it tasted much better than your average mucus plug (from what I've heard). Actually, the taste was pretty good (think vinegary banana slush) and went well with the pork chops that we grilled up (sorry, Babe!). Lindsey loved it so much that she spit out the first bite and disavowed dinner for the rest of the night. I love cooking for this crowd!
At any rate, if you're ever over for barbecue to our house, don't be shy about asking for the banana ketchup. I'm sure it will still be in the fridge. Right next to the mucus plug and across from the placenta.
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