It seemed like a good idea at the time. Warm, gooey goodness on a dreary day. Very little chewing involved for my still-sore jaw. I know I'm no longer supposed to have spinach (damn kidney stones) but I figured it's mostly pasta and cheese anyway, right? And just this once won't be so bad ...
It wasn't the spinach that got me. I thought I tasted a bit of pepper in there. If there's enough pepper for me to identify it, I'm usually in trouble.
But still, she persisted.
Last night and this morning were distinctly unpleasant.
Oh well, at least I had a coupon! Next time I go there, I'll stick with the individual pizza.
Hahaha...oops.
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ReplyDeleteThere are days I would jump over a truck for a piece of pizza, but I know not to eat it. Digestive issues are horrid. I am sorry you have them.
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