late.

mmmmmmmm.
sure, i'll eat dinner at nine p.m.
huh?
oh i know.
and i'm sure for some of you night owls, that's maybe even considered early.
over here, in the woods, however,
on a rainy sunday night,
home alone,
at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
after a looong day of tattblasting and talking for hours, or maybe even forever,
nine o'clock was waaaaay too late to get something great in my mouth.
especially after talking so much sh!t all day.
y'know?
ha.
yeah.
so,
i started cooking around eight, when i got home, got situated,
and got all my ingredients together.
what's on the menu?
my favorite.
i deserve it, in my own largely biased and self-serving opinion-
and since i'm ALSO the one making it,
it's going to be exactly what the F* i'm talking about....
and what i'm talking about is sourdough crust,
and cold-crushed tomatoes,
and that expert homemade underchee'......
neighbors,
you know where this is going,
so check the teleport:

kaBOOM!!
you know i love love LOVE LOVE that pee eye zee zee ayyyyy.
i made an exxxtra fattie one, all for me,
and i left not one speck of sauce unmunched.
i can't help myself, and i won't help myself,
unless i'm helping myself to another helping of pizza.
i mean, c'mon.
i'm not some sort of fasting diaper baby.
no way.
i'm all about that shark-gluttonous gorging,
and i doo-doo that pizza-pie-for-my-eye-amore-type sh!t.
friends,
there is some level eleven underchee' jauns all over the dough.
regular-firm tofu, and cashews, and nootch, and g.p.o.p.,
and black pepper, and olive oil, and a billion cloves of garlic,
and a few spicy spices, food-processed into that rinotta-be-kidding hottness.
yeah.
it's on there,
and then the simple sauce got slathered, and smothered with shredded collard greens.
that's riii-ight.
daiya(rrhea) dairy-free overchee' by the heavy handful is making a scene on that
irregular circular crusty buster, as well as caramelized red onions, and grilled leeks,
with a big blast of veggie bacon bits and pieces as well.
i like when there's an overabundance of toppings.
then again, who doesn't?
...probably weak-sauce A*-holes, i suppose.
the rules very specifically state that too much is the right amount.
so all you light toppin' types,
keep your shystie pie fixinslves to yourself;
and keep yo yourself in general if you're gonna be comin' at the pizza scene
with frugal add-ons and sparse upgrades.
the real life honest-to-goodness matter of fact-
pizza is dope.
...and more pizza is better.
and bigger, burlier, more barbarically obese beast-mode monster slices
are even better than the best.
i'm about that life.
i didn't choose that pizza love, guys.
that pizza love chose me;
never quiet, never soft.....