Every story has a beginning, and my food story starts with pizza…I am going to talk about my ‘true love’… which is pizza. Some of you are probably laughing when I say this, but I am serious. Sometimes the relationship we have with a certain food is like the intense love of that special friend we know is bad for us. We know they are wrong for us, yet we continue to be drawn to them. For me pizza has history. Back in high school I was madly in love with a guy who delivered pizza on the weekends. I would go with him on his rounds. Even the smell of the damp cardboard boxes that contained the pizza has a special place in my heart. It is linked so strongly to the feelings I was experiencing at the time.