my favorite thing.

pizza, neighbors.
yeah.
pizza is my favorite thing.
no.
really.
it is.
pizza is nearly limitless in it's customization options,
and no matter how lame your pizza is-
barring french bread, english muffin, or bagel-bite,
which are just exxtra-fancy toast, poor person, and stoner options, respectively-
it's still pretty reliably awesome.
far more than most people can claim to be;
in vastly more than situations across the world;
in as many different ways, in as many different styles,
in more places for more faces in all the spaces where bread-plates are baked
with all kinds of stuff on them.
more than most everything else,
i know pizza is consistently rewarding,
even when the literal sauce is weak.
pizza is the big action.
and homemade pizza?
oh MAN.
that's the hottness.
no question.
i got home from a hot messy maratrhon of long-day/no-sleep/hard-styles, yesterday,
and the oven was already preheated!
that's the best.
a hot hot hotbox,
and a whole mess of mise en place in those super-sexy little bowls,
like on the cooking shows.
hahahahahha,
oh, c'mon.
i'm mostly serious.
the bowls were full, and sexy, and already ready already,
and damn, duders, if you aren't about that mastercraft mise magic,
you might be an A*-hole.
whoa. go easy.
you might be misunderstanding me.
prep is good for you,
and it keeps you humble,
but,
ready-to-go goodness, after a loooong day of doo-doo buttery bloody ink stumps?
yep.
that's measurably better.
teamwork is nice.
pizza is nice.
team pizza is the winning team,
and i'm co-captain, kids.
real talk...
ampy d got all the ingredients together,
and i stretched and rolled and spread and peel'd my pies into the oven,
onto the stone, and out onto the plates like i F*ing work here.
mmhmm.
i'm getting a raise, for sure.
we did three pizzas.
a triple-threat;
a trio of terrificness;
a trifecta of tastiness;
a holy trinity of trimmings and trappings;
a trap-house triptych in red, white, and green,
all italia, all the time.
check the teleport:

parsley is so good!
and cubed best-yet custom vegan roast is too!
and little baby tomatoes? even though there's already sauce?
you know that's expert.
and that's no joke.
how about another one?
ok:

homemade vegan sausage, and spinach,
on crushed tomatoes with daiya chee',
and that rinotta-minnesota-style underchee', obvi,
because that chee' sh!t is the TRUTH.
you know we close out with our greatest hit, folks.
i mean,
we're not a batch of b!tchbags, after all.
teleport:

brussels, tempeh bacon, and caramelized onions.
that's the grand finale, every time,
because rules is rules,
and every good showman knows you close with a mutha-flippin' banger.
^that pizza is the best one of the bunch,
and it's the last taste on my tongue when pizza night wraps up.
i'd hate to leave off with a longing for the long-gone flavors of the first pizza,
y'know?
that's right.
pizza is my favorite thing.
i told you.
i'm telling you again.
if you think you're as good as pizza,
as reliable as pizza,
as relishably rewarding as pizza,
you should probably try to be my friend,
because i loooooooooove pizza,
so chances are, we'd be best friends;
never quiet, never soft.....