As football slowly takes over my living room, there is something else sneaking in through the TV — cravings.
It seems that every commercial break is filled with nothing but pizza and wing commercials, causing me some serious dinner dilemmas. On the one hand, I know that even though school lunch programs may be calling pizza a vegetable, it’s not. It’s a greasy hunk of dough covered in cheese and fatty meats that I usually dip into the buttery sauce those diet-killers throw into the box. Or as I prefer to call it — heaven on earth.
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