Because the best pies are not necessarily made with berries. That’s right: pizza pies forever (I should make that a hashtag).
I remember in my early twenties, I had all four of my wisdom teeth taken out… at once. I don’t know how I braved it, but I allowed my oral surgeon to pluck out all four impacted wisdom teeth in one sitting. I think the logical side of me said: “If we don’t do it all now, I’ll never come back.” It was good thinking, but boy, did it result in lots of pain.
My surgery got a little infected, and I was out of school and work for 3 weeks. Within that period, I snacked on soup, soup, and the occasional bowl of cream of wheat. I remember telling myself: “That’s it. Once this is all over, I’m going to enjoy a huge slice of pizza with my mom’s homemade fries.”
Pizza. I always crave it. I think I’ve finally come to the realization that pizza is my all-time favorite food. No questions asked.
Tonight, Joe and I were feeling a little lazy. The weather was beautiful and we wanted to spend more time outdoors than stuck in our kitchen, preparing another meal and getting sweaty from the heat of our stove and oven. We decided to make it an “eating out” kind-of-night and of all the things I could have asked for, I requested for an extra-large, all-dressed pizza from our local pizzeria. I didn’t even opt for a slice from one of the fancier Italian restaurants in the area, but just a good, satisfying pie from the family-run business down our street.
Have you finally realized what your favorite meal is? Let me know in the comments below!