Thanksgiving weekend cookout
It’s 1:30 am and all I want to do is eat pizza.
It’s true, I haven’t had pizza in months, but the reality is my kitchen smells like heaven and there’s leftovers in the fridge. It wouldn’t be called “leftovers” if the aroma hadn’t tempted me into sampling it — twice. Truth be told I already had dinner hours ago, with the rest of the sauce and pasta. Tomorrow is my family’s Thanksgiving dinner, and it’s a potluck, so I made roast potatoes and carrots with lots of olive oil and herbs. YUM! Obviously I sampled that aromatic dish, too. So where does the pizza come in? Monday is Thanksgiving dinner with the mister’s family, and apparently we’re having pizza. My heart sank… since I cannot eat commercial pizza due to dairy, sugar and soy sensitivity. (The first two make my skin panic and the latter makes my digestive system panic. Actually, all three make my digestive system angry at me to some degree.) I also am or was sensitive to corn. Anyway I took it upon myself to make my own pizza, knowing that otherwise I would a) sit there and whine and eventually eat it anyway because everyone else is, or b) just indulge, pretending I haven’t got a problem. So, problem solved.
I just realised it’s been 6 months since I started this “new diet.”
Well, Happy Thanksgiving everybody!