As an Italian-American, my fondest memories are of coming home from school to my mom cooking a massive pot of spaghetti and homemade garlic bread, or getting takeout pizza as a family on Friday nights.

But as much as I love pasta and a slice, they don't exactly love me. As I've gotten older, increasingly they leave me stuffed and fatigued for hours post-meal. Like many Americans, I'd heard stories about people traveling to Europe and being able to eat anything without suffering bloating like they would at home.