When food becomes the enemy

What are the foods you dream of when you think of home, comfort, or celebration?

In my mind’s eye, I see …

. . . My mom’s perfect apple and cream pies, her homemade beef and noodles, and fresh-from-the-oven rolls slathered with butter.

. . . Pizza from the next town over that tastes like no other pizza I’ve consumed in my life (yes, my hometown friends, I’m talking about Pizza Sam’s!).