I will always be a pizza addict, I know. Once diagnosed, you have that illness for life. One thing about my disease is that I do not rely on animal torture and murder to get my fix on. I do, however, rely on plant genocide and slaughter to get my pizza fix. And I get off on the plants pain and torment. Perhaps, a psychopath. Perhaps, just a pizza addict. Perhaps, a pizza addict whom LOVES animals and LOVES personal wellbeing.
The relapses of pizza consumption are freaking delicious! I am a sick, sick man, but it’s worth it. I made an extremely garlic sauce including boiled (raw) Cashews & Potatoes that were pan-fried with diced Cauliflower and Onions before being blended with Vegetable Broth, Roasted Garlic, Parsley, Sea Salt, Pepper, Cayenne, Garlic Powder and Sugar.
The pizza construction will now commence. Pizza crust, Garlic Sauce, Avocado, Onion, Pineapple and DAIYA before putting the “Fakin’ Bacon” and Tofurky on. I’m cooking, now, at 215 degrees F. A slight broil here and there.
I chose not to ride today as I will be riding a decent ride tomorrow in the sub-freezing, yet, warmer sunny day. The memes saying Pineapple does not belong on Pizza are rude and incorrect.