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Oh and that reprogramming thing, it's a trait from your autism. I have it too.
Good to know! I have yet to completely draw those lines. Those very traits that set me apart, that make me who I am - I still OWN them. Even though I understand now why I talked to animals before I talked to people, and can hear dog whistles and imitate almost every animal sound I hear - it's still me. Even though I know why I can't play team sports, I am still a person who hates football, and that won't change just because I've read about why I don't interpret body language correctly. As tempted as I am to take scissors and try to cut apart my past, childhood, etc. to find the parts of me that aren't stereotypical undiagnosed asperger's, I have to resist for sanity's sake. Not ready yet. On the alert and taking mental notes, and grateful for every insight, yes! Just not ready for the journals and writing, etc. Soon.
Okay, okay. Still riding this dragon. Had three or four pieces when we fed my in-laws for helping us to move, that was about five days ago, I think? BUT!!! Today the hospital is overflowing with boxes of free pizza and I don't want any of it. I have already learned to identify it as the trash that it is. I ask myself, "Do you want pain, farts, and boils?" while staring it down, and the answer keeps being no.
I didnt read this all. Did anyone list the chicken & cheese crust? I havent made it for awhile, but I think it is equal parts cooked chicken breast and cheese through the food processor. That's it! That is the crust!! I think I might have added some Italian seasoning or something. Just press it down onto your pan, and I am sure I baked it first before adding toppings. I don't remember but I do remember that it was awesome!
I have been severely conditioned, since infancy, to revere pizza as a golden shrine; a soft, sweet reward. The very sight of it gives me a patriotic thud in my chest, my heart skips a beat in anticipation. Not only was it offered to me almost daily throughout my youth at churches, day care, youth events and picnics, etc., but everything in the universe told me to eat it, a lot, and then eat some more. This is one tough umbilicus to slice.
Just imagine if you lived in NJ and actually had access to good pizza.