pizza

So, it's summer. No school for three months. Life is starting to settle into vacation mode or it will once this gray sky moves on out. No lie the past year has been stressful and right when you think all is well, well, there's another stress. Yeah, because it's called life. Whoever said life would be easy was a big fat liar. Anyway, I can't complain. I have a pretty nice life. If I didn't stress over money on an hourly basis, I may be able to enjoy mine. When stress comes a knockin' I don't run for the fridge and it's contents, no I run to the gym or the lake or an estate sale. Well, maybe that's a teensy lie. When I'm feeling like the world has it out for me, I call the pizza delivery guy or get out my flour and yeast and concoct my own greasy luxury. I am downright weak in the knees, twist my arm, I have no control when it comes to pizza. Some people like to dab theirs with a napkin to reduce the grease pool settled on a pound of cheese, I say leave it alone. The shinier the better. I'll eat almost anything on a pizza as long as it's not tiny hairy fish or green peppers or black olives, yuck. You can top mine with lobster, chicken, bbq sauce, all kinds of shrooms, what have you, but my favorite, absolute favorite is plain old New York style pepperoni. Suh woon. Honestly, I think I only exercise so I can eat more pizza. Fifteen years working in a pizza/Italian place did not help my addiction. So many choices and God bless crappy servers who can't ring in the right order because then there would be pizzas lined up in the kitchen with no customer to claim them. Oh, is this a mistake? YES!! Pesto sauce, feta cheese, hot banana peppers, caramelized onions, and of course PEPPERONI! Tables, who has tables, there's free pizza! I swear I lost ten pounds when I left that job. The origin of pizza is not clear. Some say it was some Italian guy Raffaele Esposito in 1889 who invented the margherita pizza to impress a king and queen. Pizza was also known as peasant's food because it was inexpensive to make. Huh, another reason I love it. Some say pizza really took off when Italian immigrants settled in America and migrated from city to city. Either way, whomever invented this simple delicacy deserves a big fat greasy kiss. Pizza, a mere concoction of whatever you want becomes a delicacy the instant you shove it in your mouth and sigh with contentment. No need to dive the deepest depths of our oceans or scour the bowels of the jungle searching for an edible delight. Nope, just call up your favorite local pizza joint and the minute that aroma hits your nose, you'll get my drift. Pizza has turned many a crappy day around with it's silent splendor. Paired with wine, pop or beer takes it to a different level. Add pajamas, movie, and a couch and you have the perfect night in. Extra cheese? Yes please! So there you have it, my absolute weakness, addiction if you will. I have never been able to resist the lure of pizza in all it's gooey, greasy, cheesy, oreganoey goodness. They say money will buy you happiness, I say go buy a pizza, it's easier and it certainly makes me happy. Oh, and don't even get me started on donuts. Good afternoon world.