Pizza is another aphrodisiac of life. As a kid growing up what made me skittish more than waiting for the pizza delivery person? Not much. Even delivered Chinese Food didn't do it, and certainly formal dinners out did not do it. Haphazard dinners at the mall came close to doing it though. HMMMMM Nathan's Hotdogs in Paramus Park with a big chocolate chip cookie to chase it right before I descended down the escalator attached to the now existant fountain.
Anyhoo, back to pizza. Pizza is good for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It can be eaten hot or cold, and it's good on the run, or right in front of a good movie. Anyway you slice it, it's all about community. It by definition means more than one, whether more than one person, or available for more than one meal. It is versitile. Although I looked down on some fusion pizzas, some people like pizza with pineapple. Call me crazy, some people do.
Did I ever write about my pizza story. When I was 1 I ate so much pizza I fainted because I forgot to breathe. My mom had to warn the babysitter next time. Love PIZZA love love.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Savory Musings - 042707
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