...put it in the pizza.

i want pizza every minute of my life.
that's a thing.
also,
i want to have pizza parties with my family.
yep.
happily,
once in a while,
i have a little minute to make all of that happen,
and i enjoy some family togetherness with my kids,
and with a lovely lady,
in front of a blisteringly hot oven,
on a blast-furnace of a day,
with multiple burners blazing on the range,
and my toppings all already gotten, and ready to get activated in sequence,
in full effect, on pie after pie after pie after pie.
word up.
i love pizza.
i LOVE it.
and when it's party time for me and mine,
i think i've got it going on.
neighbors,
pizza is what makes my days better.
check the quad-pie-explosion-type teleport:

BOOOOOOM!
we all love pizza.
and that underchee' jauns is the big sexy food sorcery from the future.
really.
it makes every vegan pizza eleven times more expert.
fact.
we terrorized a ton of doughy dopeness,
we mastered a mountain of saucy boss business.
we conquered a continent of cheese-ish championships.
friends,
look at my food:

veggie dogs and collards.
what shape is that?
that's the shape of too-wet of dough,
and too hot of day,
with not enough cornmeal to roll the pie off the piel.
nice, right?
yeah.
it tasted the way it's supposed to,
and ugly doesn't ever prevent being dope in my neck of  the woods...
the next one was better looking, and just as tasty:

vegan italian sausage and broccolini.
lots of both,
and daiya(rrhea) chee' under and over the greenery.
that's for extra gooey pull,
above the sauce,
and with the steam escaping the underchee' fixin' the fixin's with a fabulous flavor.
layers and complexities are the way to go.
i think that's true,
and it sure seems to be working out whenever its pizza time on the clockface.
how about this one?:

brussels, baconish, and onions.
our personal favorite,
and a mainstay of my pizza night productions.
we ate it with as much enthusiasm as ever,
and then,
we had to do SOMEthing with everything left over from the first three.
and you know what that had to be, don'tcha?
ehhhh,
put it in the pizza!!:

yeah!!!
a grande finale masterpiece mash-up of all those great flavors.
strips and chunks and stacks and sprigs.
we doo-doo all that freaky sh!t,
and when it's all over?
we're full, fat, and happy,
for as long as it takes to pop some kettle corn, and keep feeding our faces.
mmmmhmmmmm.
good sense says to stop when you're stuffed,
but warrior wisdom tells us differently.
yes, indeed, it does...
and so,
in the spirit of shark gluttony
we share our special sentiment-
too much is the right amount.
that's the mantra of the patron saint of second helpings,
to whom we're praying with every extra bite.
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nothing is as good as pizza.
what i mean is-
creative control and tangible rewards aren't as readily available anywhere else.
plus,
pizza never lets me down.
that's about the best thing i can say about anything.
-
harvest and maple are safely back in connecticut,
with their full-time family, and with the promise of high school waiting around the corner.
this summer's fun vacation dad doings and happenings are all over.
we went out with a pizza party fun time of family togetherness and feasting,
and i'm grateful for the time we spanned together.
there's a deep and abiding emptiness that comes from goodbyes,
perhaps more acutely when there are so few big hellos in the first place.
i do most of what i do alone,
and i deal with it, and i dwell in it,
and i suppose it's possible i may or may not be an island, entire to myself;
but,
i am most certainly a rock.
in the most sincere simon & garfunkelesque sense...
and a rock feels no pain, and an island doesn't cry;
never quiet, never soft.....