yuuuuuuuuuuuup.
because too much is the right amount,
and "frequently" is the box i check,
when i'm answering the questionnaire about pizza consumption.
ha.
i'm serious.
if it isn't homemade,
then it's the luxurious take away at flatbread,
but what it never ever is is absent altogether.
pizza is the TRUTH,
and pizza is for the children,
and the people,
and everybody.
damn i love pizza.
is that generic? basic? ordinary?
well, F* you, buddy-
if you don't get big ups with pizza, then you're going down.
-
and now that i've cracked the seal on homemade pizza pie?
there's bound to be a whole lot more of it in the immediate future.
that's all i need, really.
i mean,
every day is a jam-packed stacked attack on my time and space,
where i'm later than late, (which i haaaaate)
and constantly crunched by schedules that seem impossible to stay on top of.
except at suppertime.
sure,
as the year wanes past summery sunlit evenings,
i'm a little in-a-hurry to finish dinner......
but i take my time to make sure i''ve got the right flavors,
even if i'm so harried that it's single-bowl style meals,
with no sides of stuffs to snack up with on that exxxtra tip.
ugh.
the taste has to be tight, or it's not invited.
i'd rather skip dinner than have a weak one.
and that's no joke.
luckily,
when it's pizza time,
it's also always the right time-
and this time?
this time the mushrooms came through to carry my mouth across the finish line-
check the yellow-light-type teleport:
please please please excuse the minor inconvenience of indoor lighting.
my replacement sunlight supernova bulbs have burst or brnt out,
and my dudes over at amazon prime haven't sent out the new new, yet.
so, you get the yellow cast to the thing,
but that really just accentuates that superior semolina in the crust, right?
yeah!!
yellow heirloom tomatoes!!
browned non-slip baby bella buttontops!!
softened snappy sweet red bell peppers!!!
chopped broccolini!!!!
caramelized onions (rules is rules)!!!!!
scallions, parsley, and fried garlic sprankles!!!!!!
i can't say it enough- pizza is what keeps me going.
500 degrees of seasoned oven stone hearth activation,
and my excelsior dough,
and alllll of my focus and intent, making that crushed tomato and daiya mozzarella
reach their highest potential,
just so i can cut it into quarters, and crush the whole thing in twelve bites or less!!!
SHARK-GLUTTONY is not designed for lots of chewing, kids.
bite, tear, swallow, repeat.
feeding frenzies are supposed to be fast and furious,
otherwise, they're just feedings,
and that's not as dynamic, is it?
nope.
i want that raging wild stormswept savage animal experience.
the urgency,
and the total sensory overload,
of a big action explosion of total body rapture,
one huge crusty mouthful at a time.
if your pizza isn't doing that,
you're clearly eating the wrong pizza.
***********
no time for fake ones.
also,
no time for anything else either.
i'm off again, to the race where nobody wins or even finishes.
it's all really happening, and damn me for a fool,
but i barely understand why;
never quiet, never soft.....
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