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You can eat honey and fruit sugars just fine, but cane/Demerara sugar makes you unwell?
 
Yes, I'll get violently sick. I can't eat chocolate either.
 
Yes, I'll get violently sick. I can't eat chocolate either.

How long did it take you to finally accept that?

I just got done spending the better part of two years pretending that my body can handle lettuce. I'm kinda annoyed because lettuce was a staple of my diet. Burgers? Slap some lettuce on it. Subs? Slap some lettuce on it. Rice bowls? Slap some lettuce on it. Bagels? Slap some lettuce on it. Salads? Hey, just lettuce is a-okay with me!

I really hoped the stubbornness would win. Alas, it did not. I've recently switched all my lettuce to spinach and the issues have disappeared. I'm sad.
 
Rice with lettuce on it? You criminal.
I can't eat chocolate either.
My condolences.

But putting maple syrup on a pancake… no, I've already listed the two accepted *searches for USian word* ‘toppings’ for sweet pancakes.
 
Get rid of the lettuce.
 
1. Yes, I like thin pizza too despite living in Chicago. But I'm Italian so I am forgiven.

As long as the food discussion continues, I have another controversial statement to make: Chicago deep dish pizza is not pizza. It's a casserole.

real rave: I bought a 74c game (Superflight) on a whim and it's actually very enjoyable.
 
Oh dear, I don't mean I put honey on my pancakes, I mean I put it in my pancakes. I'm talking about when I'm mixing my batter, I substitute honey instead of sugar. I'm so terribly sorry for causing confusion!

I only put pure maple syrup on my pancakes.

Why not honey in the batter mix then honey on top.
 
As long as the food discussion continues, I have another controversial statement to make: Chicago deep dish pizza is not pizza. It's a casserole.

This isn't controversial, it's a fact.

New Yawk-style pizza is the one true way.
 
Chicago deep dish pizza is not pizza. It's a casserole.

It's nothing like a casserole. :dubious:

Lots of crust. :drool: Lots of cheese.:drool: Lots of toppings. :drool: Now there's a pizza! :thumbsup:

In contrast, NY pizza = sliver of crust, dusting of cheese, few if any toppings. It doesn't even try to be a pizza. :sleep:
 
It's nothing like a casserole. :dubious:

Lots of crust. :drool: Lots of cheese.:drool: Lots of toppings. :drool: Now there's a pizza! :thumbsup:

In contrast, NY pizza = sliver of crust, dusting of cheese, few if any toppings. It doesn't even try to be a pizza. :sleep:
If I need a fork and knife and plate to eat it, it isn't pizza.
Simple as that.
 
I have to, lest my soul extricate itself from this meat suit.
Observation: Such is the fate of being a meatbag in any event. It is inescapable.
 
I wonder if I'm the only person in the world who loves Chicago-style and New York-style equally.

Now and again, I have a yen for one or the other, but would always happily eat either.
 
Bah, using knives & forks are beyond the technological capacity of most people from Chicago..

:lol: Quickly quickly, recategorize the superior product and hide our weak and frail table manners behind gadgets! :mischief:

Pick up the pizza. Eat the pizza. Stop at one slice. Take the rest home. Feast for the rest of the week. Write internet post pretending you stop at one slice.
 
There are women in this conversation. :nono:

Dutch pancakes. Line the center with powdered sugar. Roll it up. Enjoy. You can even put fruit in it.
Substitute brown sugar for powdered sugar. Carry on with the rest. Yum!

(and did my Swedish grandparents ever give me weird looks when they saw me do this)

Mary is 50% older than you are, boy. Mind your elders.
If she's an elder, I suppose that makes me venerable (I'm 20 years older than Mary is).

But I do agree that honey is not the best addition. Pancakes ought to be covered in the aforementioned lemon and sugar or the confection known as dulce de leche (trans. milkzoet, misspell it at doce de leite within my eyesight at your bodily personal peril).
And if people can't have citrus?

Btw, the only reference I have for dulce de leche is because it's mentioned in the script of the musical "Guys and Dolls" (I worked on a production of that back in the spring of 1980).

How long did it take you to finally accept that?
I went through a time of having to give up chocolate and most sweet things. It's knowing the excruciating pain that would result from even a small indulgence that made me get used to it (it was frustrating when the typing clients would give me chocolate in lieu of a cash tip; that chocolate ended up being given to my dad, who enjoyed every bite).

No kidding, one year when my boyfriend and I autocratted the Silver Arrow Feast in our SCA branch's spring archery tournament, we went to one of the local bulk food places to do some of the shopping. I told him, "Excuse me a minute; I want to sniff the chocolate."

Literally. I'd open bin after bin, lean over it, and take a good whiff.

His reaction? "I don't know you. :shake:" (presumably if anyone objected to me acting like an addict in search of a fix)

At that time I was basically living on milk, bananas, salmon, cottage cheese, and rice. Yes, it was a horribly monotonous diet, but that's what didn't cause any pain.
 
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