THEN ... I started craving pizza. Hot pizza. With cheese. Ooohey and gooey and oh no. I seriously considered it.
Then I came up with a compromise. Since I do not have a dehydrator, I have no way of creating a pizza crust. So. I made a crust out of dough and rolled it out, covered it with a teeny bit of jarred marinara sauce and then cooked it.
Then I put some raw cheddar cheese spread, chopped up (raw) mushrooms and red peppers, and little slices of squash -- and it was delicious and ended up quelling my craving. Satisfying it big time. Maddie even had three slices of it -- and deemed it "sick." (This is good!)
So I guess the lesson here is -- if you're going to waver, seek a compromise that doesn't take you too far over the cliff, but instead is far less evil. I mean in truth, all I ate that was bad was a little flour and a teeny bit of cooked sauce. Again. Not so bad. And I don't feel in the least bit guilty -- instead I am proud of myself for handling it with such aplomb!
