It happened in the middle of the night again. I woke up with a burning desire to eat a whole bag of crunchy onion rings. I’ve actually been dreaming about that yellow bag and see the neon-green letters dancing before me: FUNYUNS! FUNYUNS! FUNYUNS! You’ve probably heard the old wives’ tales about pregnant women craving pickles and ice cream. Frankly, that never appealed to me. But Thai food at two a.m.? Pickled garlic? Fiery Cheetos? Now you’re talking!