No amount of pasta, pizza, or any other former favorite is worth that.
I have literally had bad dreams about eating stuff like french fries -- "Oh no, what have I done??"
But in real life I've learned never to eat anything that I know will bring on a flare, no matter how much annoyingly wonderful food coworkers eat around me. My analogy for people who have no dietary restrictions: it's as if somebody sat you down in front of a feast that had big warning labels "contaminated with salmonella, eat at your own risk". You'd have to be pretty stupid to eat it, right? It's torture to watch, but even worse to be sick for who knows how long afterwards.
