We're home from Barnes (see picture of me), and on the kitchen table are rolls filled with pepperoni. They're cooling. I never liked pepperoni. I would tolerate it or pick it off my pizza, but hardly ever ate any of my own pepperoni bread.
Until I developed an allergy to dairy, where even if the dairy is melted in the air, I get a face rash. Far worse, if I eat it.
So I don't.
And you know, I don't miss cheese at all, which I thought that I would by now. Instead, I'm making new bakes like simple pepperoni rolls or allergy-friendly muffins.
Well, Boogerbutts and Smoochie Faces, the rolls should be cool enough to eat. Tim's got Friday the 13th queued. We're off to drink iced tea and eat until our bellies are full.