So far, my quest to remain pizza-free for one of your earth years has been a breeze, but today I will face temptation for the first time. I am going to a pub near my home tonight, called The Magdala, and the Magdala specialises in wood-fire oven pizzas. Now, frankly, I don't give a stuff what kind of fire they use to bake the pizza, just as long as there's a pizza at the end of it. But what I am effectively going to do is the equivalent of a former junkie going to sit in a room that has lots of "MMM! Delicious heroin!" signs in it. Do I dare? So early in the quest? Surely I will just unravel and beg them to fire entire 12" meat feasts into my mouth until gunked dough oozes from my pores?
Watch this space.
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