A few weekends ago, I wanted a pizza. No. Strike that. I NEEDED PIZZA. The craving had been building ever since we moved and walked past a Giordanos on our way to get dinner one night. The smell that wafted out of there wrapped around me and wouldn’t let me go. I had to have pizza and even seriously considered going through severe gastrointestinal discomfort just to have it.
But then I remembered the last time I had dairy. It was NOT a pretty picture and while I can laugh about it now (who wouldn’t laugh about spending the entire night on the toilet?!) it isn’t an experience I’m anxious to have again. Continue reading