a collection of things that make me laugh, smile or hungry.
because my natural face is bitch face
hummus. artichokes. red peppers. spinach. red onions.
(pizza all day every day. nom.)
The 30 minutes it takes for pizza to be delivered is the longest span of time that exists in the universe.
i don’t do lines.
so we skipped over to Bottom’s Up, and reveled in the glory of our pizza
porch swing, pizza, book, summer breeze.
or, how i spent my birthday at work.
a long day deserves a belly reward like no other
Went to the Virginia Historical Society’s last summer Food Truck Court, and I was finally able to wrap my stomach around Pizza Tonight!
I’ve been on quite the fig kick as of late, so when I saw the blessed fruit available as a topping, I
head-walked to the front endured the inevitable line that comes when you combine food trucks and the artisanal insanity that they bear.
And now, walk with me through a photocumentation of the night pizza changed my life.
garlic knots make the sad go away
shoot first. eat later.
Pizza. Is there anything in the universe that is a better representation of both the beauty and true meaning of life?
The circle, an obvious metaphor for human life, making us cognizant of our own mortality.
The crust, a tangible reminder to establish a solid foundation.
The sauce, acting as binder, giving us the warm sense of togetherness.
And finally, the toppings, representing those extra-special moments that come to define us.
I shall now take a moment to reflect on this outstanding barbecue chicken-without-the-chicken pizza that has had quite the physiological impact on my night.
shoot first. eat later.
Believe it or not, working full time, being in grad school, moving zip codes, and metamorphosing one’s life can lead to the occasional gray hair. After my recent 20-inch shorn, my once-hidden salted locks now unabashedly wave to me with every trip to the water closet.
So, when I am extended a lunch invitation to partake in my favorite kind of holistic healing, I scoot out of work and up the street faster than you can chant
nomohm. There aren’t many problems a midday pizza and adult beveragecan’t solve.
Aziza’s has been churning out delicious Lebanese dishes, deserts, and wood-fired pizza years, but being new to the neighborhood makes it new to me.
I love a pizza that doesn’t hide behind a crust deeper than a beatnik reading Kerouac outside a Parisian cafe. It maintains the integrity of the toppings, and also lessens the guilt of eating half a pie.
Science has proven: 1 slice of deep dish pizza> 2.3 slices of thin crust of proportional radial measurement.
Divide by Buffalo Mozzerella.
Carry the onion.
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