Guys, I ordered one too many pizzas last night for my daughter’s Friendsmas party. I was thinking of selling it on Facebook Marketplace but had second thoughts after I remembered how nobody wanted the pair of jeweled bone earrings I put up for sale a couple of days before Christmas.
Anyways, this FREE delicious Italian pizza is perfectly fine. Nobody licked it or anything. And yes, it’s the one in the actual photo! Just look at all that cold cheesy goodness.
It’s missing a piece because earlier this morning I left one on the neighbor’s front step since she left some Christmas fudge on ours last night. I made her a crayon holiday card but I got red sauce on it so it ended up in the trash. Right where it belonged. With all my other hopes and dreams.
So now the double dough pizza is nuzzled in its box in my fridge if you’d like to stop by and get it. It’d be great for any of you hungover types who need something chewy and filling on this not so sunny Saturday afternoon.
It’s duct taped to the top of my mailbox or something for easy pickup, too! 🎄💝 🍕
Maggie and I eat frozen pizza once a week. After a few years of that I decided I wanted something more outta life. So being the Bobby Flay that I am I fired up the cast iron, doused with olive oil, and threw on the slices after they were 90% baked.
The result was a crispy, cheesy, gooey, molten pizza unlike any Tombstone that had come before. It was also the first time Maggie ever ate more than two pieces.
Some how me and this Japanese girl got to be friends on Instagram. I’ll like one of her photos and she’ll like one of mine, etc-ry. I never know what she’s saying or what she’s eating though. I assume this critter here is a shrimp.
In related culinarily news… we’re at Doughocracy in downtown Geneva right now having pizza.
If you’ve never been to Doughocracy and are hungry, you’re welcome.
Someday I would like to order a pizza and then when the delivery guy hands it over, just throw it up on the roof, frisbee style.
Not on my roof though. I don’t want a pizza on my roof. Like an asshole.
I think that this would fulfill some part of me. Fulfill some tiny destiny.
Wait. Did that happen in a movie? Was there a pizza up on some roof? What movie was it? Let me know.
As a note: this isn’t about the pizza delivery guy although I’m sure he would worried. But I’d calm his fears by giving him a sly wink and then being on my way.
As some of you guys know, I dictate many of my posts to Notes on my iPhone and then polish them when I’m back on my Mac. I do this because some of my best thoughts come when driving, when I’m not thinking about anything in particular.
Like the above pizza toss.
Anyways, so when I got back to my Mac today one of the things Notes heard was:
And then he wrote to them. A room of a dozen women.