Pizza Dinner Paradox
When I was a kid, Friday was my mother's favorite day. Not only was it the end of her work week, but it was also pizza night. No cooking for her. Just five thrilled kids and a satisfied husband wiping their greasy grins with their sleeves, humming a unified "Yum" at the first hot gooey bite of the thin crust sausage just-delivered pizza.
Extra easy. Extra decadent. Extra special.
Is it any wonder pizza has always been my favorite food? My mother claims I cut my teeth chewing on pizza crust and I am proud to say I paid my way through graduate school slinging deep dish. Read on...