So my husband struggled for yeeeaaars to get actually *good* at making pizza...a goal he accomplished about 6 months before my diagnosis. Coincidence? Well, it is really goddamn good pizza. Anyway, he tries not to eat tons of food I shouldn't really eat much of b/c he thinks its rude/needlessly tempting me, but he CANNOT give up his pizza (I don't blame him. It's fucking good).
So now, he every time he makes pizza, he makes it with a topping he loves but I think is gross, which automatically makes me want to have nothing to do with it. I love him almost as much as I hate Canadian bacon :)
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