Pizza is an unavoidable fact of life here in my mid-sized Midwestern town. I know, I've been harping on this since I started the blog, but I've just never lived in a place where pizza is brought everywhere, including poolside. However, pizza is my son Bartleby's passion. He likes a thin crust with black olives. Today I asked him if he could eat pizza every day and he said yes. On our last visit to The Pizza Place he composed the following poem:
You
and you
and me
are happy
because
we are eating
pizza!
2 comments:
Hey there -
I know I'm belated on this post - what I can say, New Year's hangover - but I love pizza too. Really love it. Not so much the gut busting Pizza Hut stuff, but the whole idea of having a flatbread with sauce and some vegetables on it. I think i just really crave tomato sauce. It must have something to do with college. So I say, Bartley, good man! At least he likes olives.
Hey Hildy - Thanks for keeping the commentary going on this blog. All you other lurkers out there - POST.
I am now located closer to a New York-style pizza, which almost makes up for leaving the Windy City.
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