Italy 1 - Ellen 0

It's official. I am no longer a vegetarian.  Some of my friends have been trying for years to get me to eat meat.  After I caught onto this, I avoided any food that they offered me at all costs. "Here Ellen, I made you a lettuce wrap..." Which, in reality, was actually just a piece of lettuce wrapped around a slice of turkey or roast beef.  I don't know which one (Remember? I used to be a vegetarian).  While it is nearly impossible not to eat meat in Italy, especially Bologna where its most famous dish is ragù, I have managed just fine. Until last night. Romina, Maried and I decided to order Spaccanapoli, our favorite pizza place that delivers (yes, delievery exists here).  I obviously ordered 4 formaggi to make up for the fact that Maried doesn't eat cheese.  Well Spaccanapoli ha sbagliato (they messed up) and secretly put meat on my 4 formaggi, the LAST place I would expect to find meat.  While eating the second to last piece I bit into meat.  After freaking out and crying calmly asking my roommates what it was, Mallory and Augusto confirmed my worst nightmare: meat. Could my friends from home have possibly known that I ordered a pizza and called Italy and changed my order just to mess with me? I wouldn't put it pass them.  As I began to hyperventilate, my roommate Rodolfo yelled from the kitchen "A little meat is good for you Ellen!" Yeah, sure, whatever. I am going back to being a vegetarian.  You won this time Italy, but I have my eye on you...

Baci xx