August 17, 2015
Last night, we met a friend for pizza at a famous restaurant. I fully intended to order a salad, but caved. It had been four years since I’d had regular pizza and I thought it wouldn’t kill me to have at least a personal size (thin crust, naturally, to limit the wheat) and see if I was able to tolerate it better these days. I dumped red pepper flakes on each piece and savored Every. Single. Bite. No notable reactions to speak of: no immediate headache or stabbing stomach pains. No canker sores or hives erupting, either…until about three hours later.
I spent the rest of the evening sicker than a dog in the bathroom, with my poor, patient hubby succumbing to the terribly limiting hotel room tv lineup. I guess I answered my question: traditional pizza is still a big, fat NO!
