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 →