Post-partum, I was ravenous. I never seriously got the food cravings while pregnant (though Dan did get very specific instructions about broiling fish and did gallantly make midnight runs for ice cream), but right after giving birth to Oskar, my appetite became this insatiable monster.
One memorable meal with a good new-momma friend on the Upper West Side was the Sliced Steak Sandwich at Artie's. We very contentedly tucked in, our sleeping babies slung in our laps. It was very deeply satisfying. I even took half of the sandwich home and enjoyed it later that day. When I got home, I shook off a small shower of stray crumbs that had collected on Oskar in his sling.