You Don't Know What It's Like...

So once I know I have the makings for pizza just getting bored in my fridge its sort of hard for me to focus. Pepperoni is like my crackpipe. But everyone knows crack killed Applejack. He jumped in but he couldn't jump back, he was just too blind to see that, death lives in the rock house. And I know better than to eat pizza two nights in a row. Or do I?

Okay, so to make it a bit more figure friendly, I used turkey pepperoni and made tiny pizzas on sliced wheat English muffins. Then I served a generous portion of broccoli rabe to get more greens involved. These were better than last nights version because I managed to get the barbie oven hot enough without burning the bottoms.

It's hard for me because my love of food is growing everyday. My mind races at work with ingredients and pairings. I'm making lists and ideas. I wake up and I have a particular meat in my head and a challenge to come up with the perfect vegetable side. But certain foods you shouldn't eat all the time or you're gonna gain lots of weight and feel thicker which makes you more sluggish. Like I was on a role making great cookies but who can resist dozens of cookies in their house? Gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins and we're also the fattest country. I want to eat healthier and not take more than my share but when that cheese starts melting and gettin' that brown on top and I know those little peperoni's are crunching on the edges, Good Lord I get weak!!!