Kimchi tuna salad.
Avocado from a neighbors tree.
Yum.
That was good.
Pizza night!
But, disaster struck.
Not really.
My pizza’s front edge caught on the peel.
It’s been ages since that’s happened.
Luckily A’s didn’t suffer that same fate.
And mine only resulted in the loss of a single pepperono (see ingredients, below), which I retrieved before it burned to a crisp.
Tasted like bacon because the fat had rendered.
Delicious.
The rest of the pizzas were amazing too, some of the best I’ve ever made.
I might be known to say that every time.
The Trader Joe’s pretzel things covered in some candy crème vaguely tasting of Oreos–they’re fine, I guess.
I could eat ten without even noticing.
And that’s kind of the problem.
I wouldn’t really remember or remark on the experience either.
Does that even count as food?
I’m developing more and more of an “allergic reaction” to that kind of thing.
In the bin they go.