close up and personal

I think it would not be an exaggeration (or not too big an exaggeration) to say that I am addicted to pizza. I've always loved it, even in the days when pizza was a very British and homemade affair. During pregnancies I CRAVED pizza (and egg mayonaise sandwiches). I was worried I'd give birth to a pizza I ate so much. So, imagine my horror when, shortly after giving up cheese for the sake of my nose, I was told I had to give up tomatoes. The first thing I worried about was pizza....what would I do? The first time I made it I made a separate one for me with no tomatoes and no cheese but plenty of all the other things I like, like anchovies and artichokes and capers and olives and garlic and onions and and and and. But, even though it was nice, it just didn't do the trick. Then, however, I discovered that I can eat mozzarella, as long as it's the real thing. Ha ha, I thought, one step closer to heaven! And then I thought, sod it, if I'm going to eat pizza, I'm going to do it properly. So I do. And then I have stomach ache and itch all over. Which may make other people wonder if it's all worth it. But not me.....noooooo, I'm just happy in my pizza heaven with a tiny bit of pizza hell happening too :-)

For some reason, this song is stuck in my head. Maybe it wants pizza too?