I Never Met A Slice Of Pizza I Didn't Love

What is it about pizza that sends me into a complete Pavlovian frenzy whenever I see it?? That delectable, gooey, cheesy, oily, doughy, sensation that pleases the taste buds and produces in me, a most predatory instinct, pizza is my ultimate chioce for comfort food.

And here's the thing: When I see it, I just HAVE to have it.
I could have just finished an entire gourmet Thanksgiving feast, but if there's a fresh cooked pie in the house, bring it on baby...

And I like it thin.
with pepperoni
and grated parmasean cheese
and oregano
and black pepper
and a big glass of iced tea.(I don't drink soda)

I even like crappy pizza. Heck I'll nibble on a oven baked frozen pizza if it's in front of me, even if it's sub-par. It's pizza after all. I love New York style pizza, the kind that the slice is so thin and so big that you could feed and entire family of five with one slice.
Greasy? Hell yes! And I don't blot the slice. That's for amateurs. I just load on the grated cheese and let that sop up all the greasy goodness.

Try as I might, I wish I was capable of experimenting with my pizza toppings. But I cannot. Unless I am sharing a pie with someone else, I gotta have pepperoni. That's all, just pepperoni. I've had chicken, spinach, feta, hamburger, mushroom, pepper, onion, and just about anything else one can imagine. But my heart belongs to the Roni.

So here's a little Daily Dandy ode to Pizza:

Pizza Pie, I love it a lot.
I'll eat it cold, I'll eat it hot.

Both in a train and in a car,
Pizza is the best, by far.

I'll order it North, I'll try it South
and never, ever burn my mouth.

So since I've told you, with pizza how I roll,
I'll thank you much and now shut my pie hole.


*I must be Pre Menstrual, because this is what came out of the creative process today