starting now.

could it be?
really?
y'think?
yeah.
i guess it's gonna have to be....
you know what comes after eleven days of sandwiches?
(besides a longing and sadness that it ended too soon?)
triangles of terrific ensue, most probably.
yuuuuuuuup.
it's time, my friends,
for the ovens to get super-hot all over again.
december the 15th through the 21st,
in the last moments of the year twenty thirteen,
it has been officially decreed.
it's pizza week!
yeah.
that's happening.
decrees are no joke.
-
day one?
simple.
an easy introductory slice or two.
no big fanfare,
just a soft opening into the world
of flat breads with stuff on them.
check the teleport:

nothing all that special, kids-
plain crust, sauce, daiya(rhhea), caramelized red onions.
it's like i just said,
a simple start.
from here on out, though?
i'm thinking english-style muffin pizza,
french bread pizza,
grilled pizza,
and i'm wondering just what else we should do.
neighbors,
i'm open to suggestions.
it's a week of pizza,
it's a pizza week,
and it's subject to audience participation.
help the woodsly goodfellows get activated.
c'mon.
you're part of it.
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am i making pizza luce rinotta?
i am.
well,
i'm gonna make it with a little extra woodsly goodness
thrown into it.
i mean,
minnesota isn't gonna one up me, y'all.
especially not when my main man is leaving there forever, anyway.
that's real.
but,
those faux cheesy blops of nuts and beans,
and oil, and oil, and nootch, and oil are gonna get blarpity
all over my pizza, regardless.
i'm just sayin'-
rules is rules,
and too much is the right amount.
shark gluttony and holiday fatness and
you're invited to come by the Folk life & Liberty Fortress
and join me for a slice or three.
it's pizza week,
and pizza is made for sharing;
never quiet, never soft.....