   I love you, pizza, but I need some space. [Photograph:
Christine Tsai]  This year I broke up with pizza, and it wasn't
that hard to do. ...Which means I probably have no right to be
on Slice.  But before you throw pizza stones at my head, let me
explain. A few years ago I started having allergic reactions to
food. Sparingly at first. Less sparingly later. 2011 was riddled
with a handful of near-deathly reactions that scared me into
making big dietary changes. (If you're wondering, yup, I've been
tested for all kinds of allergies. According to the doctor my
reactions seem to be a mix of allergic reactions to food and
reactions stemming from some sort of acid reflux that doesn't
feel like acid reflux.)  Unfortunately, pizza was one of the
food groups that went on the "do not eat" list. (The other major
food I cut out was anything spicy.) During 2011 I had multiple
reactions to eating pizza, at least one of which resulted in
crazy bad lungs-filling-with-fluid failure (but the pizza was
delicious!). I don't re