I want a chili dog.
A big greasy, messy chili dog. With a side of cheese fries and a cherry coke. Not diet, either, but full-throttle sugar and caffeine. It’s one of those cyclical things, you understand.
Now why would my body crave a chili dog? It has absolutely no nutritional value. Why don’t I crave something healthy, like spinach or liver?
No, my body demands unidentifiable meat products, trans fats, preservatives and Red No. 40. I’m telling you, it’s deep rooted in biology.
But it makes me wonder what pioneer women did when they encountered monthly cravings. I can just see the brave, stoic woman, standing out on the lonesome prairie as the wind blows her long skirts about her.
“Hook up the buckboard, Jeremiah. I’m going to town for a Route 44 combo. If we can get there in three hours, we can still get the happy hour special.”
Perhaps this chili dog craving originates more in my mind than in my metabolism. Either way, I’m going to find one before the week is out.
Even if I have to ride three hours on a buckboard to get there.
“Those who live according to the sinful nature have their minds set on what that nature desires, but those who live in accordance with the Spirit have their minds set on what the Spirit desires.” Romans 8:6
