Steak Pizza-Pizzeria Style
In shackles and dairy restraints I stood, head hung low as a jury of my peers found me guilty on all 4 counts of gastrointestinal assault. Found guilty of violating the non-dairy laws I was cast off to face the fury of a privy prison. To get a better understanding I must go back 5 years when the law of this land changed no longer allowing the free flow of eggs, milk, cheese or products which contain them such as chocolate and butter and gravy, all the things that really count in life. It all began when I turned thirty years old and blew out the candles on my lactose-free cake served with tofu ice cream. It was then explained to me that my wish for dairy wasn’t granted and I’d have to spend the rest of my life in dairy free damnation. Tears welled up in my eyes. “You must not cry over spilled milk.” he said. “Now is the time to suck it up and be a woman. You must reject every creamy goodness on earth.” I took this sour pill not fully understanding what changes lay ahead. But I’d learn, boy would I learn. Continue reading ‘Lactose Intolerance: My Memoirs’
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