Whoosh. In more senses than one.
Is anything really considered extreme when it comes to eating pizza?
I’d be a pizza cooking fiend if I were you.
I love pizza, but lately I find that I get a nightful of disturbing dreams and a nasty cheese hangover the morning after. Hormonal shift? Lactose intolerance? Who knows. Damn shame, as pizza was about the only true vice I had left, if you don’t count voting for Nader. Now I have to go to the trouble of breaking in a new one. Any suggestions?
I was reading the poster on the wall at Papa John’s the other day and IIRC it said that they use red grain whole wheat flour… maybe I’m wrong though.
–Tim
On the 8th day, the lord created pepperoni. Pizza is my favorite food, even though it makes it really tough to get drunk afterwards.
The day I realized that I never really liked pizza and that I was eating it because, well, it’s there, I stopped eating it.
The real reason is because my husband is lactose intolerant. He has Lactaid. They are never with him when he needs them (before every meal)and I carry stuff for two children and myself. I will not be responsible for his stuff too ( bsides, the wallet, naturally) If he cannot remember to bring the tube of lactaid, then he can suffer with the squirts.
Lemme tell you, cleaning out the toilet after he’s had a pizza is so nauseating, you will never want to eat pizza (or cheese or milk) again. He actually has the nerve to be annoyed when I nag nag nag nag nag nag him to clean the gd toilets.
It’s like a balloon of shit popped just below the rim.
How’s that for a visual.
Welcome to my world.
All I can say is *Thank god there is no pizza delivery here in the sticks I call home. *
You know, I always used to eat pizza and never really noticed the aftermath of feeling so full and bloated that you can’t move. That was until I came to this thread a few days ago and got reminded. So the other night we had pizza, and what happened? I COULDN’T EAT IT! I kept feeling all sick and full and stuffy! You’ve all destroyed my love for pizza cries…how could you?
My pizza crust always turns out great, no yeast, but then I like THIN crust, and I don’t think that’s what you’re after.
I’ve never liked pizza since I was about eight or nine. I made a homemade pizza, put raw bacon on it, didn’t let the thing finish cooking, ate the whole thing, and threw up. Instant aversive therapy.
Truth be told, I’ll eat it once in a blue moon, but it’s not my favorite. If we order out from Domino’s, I get chicken wings.
Robin
I used to hate pizza because my mom would always buy the frozen pizzas with all the artifical toppings on top.
My hatred for pizza ended when I started working at a pizza place. And now look at me! I’m the freggin pizza man! I can’t stop eating the stuff. 
Here in Delaware we have a pizza place called Grotto’s. Their pizza is thin crusted, has the saltiest cheese (if you can call it cheese; it’s more like some kind of atomic dairy coagulate), and is invariably spotted with pools of orange grease that no number of napkins could ever sop up. It is with out a doubt the most evil culinary affliction ever set upon the earth.
And last night I ate a whole large with extra cheese and pepperoni. God, I’m going to hell, aren’t I?
Sounds like Opal may be onto something…maybe you’re dopey with carbo overload. Does the same thing happen when you eat a lot of pasta, bread, etc.?
If you can’t get whole wheat crust, try ordering thin crust next time. (Heresey for our Chi Dopers, but the crust is basically there just to hold up the good stuff.) Or maybe experiment with a version made w/ a tortilla. Pizza purists may blench, but hey, better than giving it up altogether.
Veb