random thoughts – Day 1,674 – (Thursday) – pizza love

For at least a week, I kept thinking there was pizza in the freezer. Last Tuesday night, last Friday night, last Saturday afternoon, there were searches made but no pizza found. Monday, as I thought about lunch, grabbing a foil-wrapped slice of pizza from the freezer crossed my mind. Rummaging through the freezer, it was still the same halved pita pockets stuffed with cheese, quart containers of soup, bags of cheese ends, rectangles of mac and cheese, and countless random slices and heels of bread saved for that magical day I finally get around to making a chocolate bread pudding. It was a prolonged and rare situation to have none, and a mystery as to why I kept thinking there was some.

Pizza love.

Monday night I nearly ordered a pizza. It was in the order cart from the pizza, seafood, and sub place, but for some mysterious reason it turned into an order for a steak and cheese sub with peppers, onions, and mushrooms instead. It was good, but not completely satisfying. There wasn’t enough cheese and the volume of onions, peppers, and mushrooms was practically non-existent. And most importantly, it wasn’t pizza.

Wednesday morning, while looking in the freezer for something to take to the office for lunch, it was pizza on my mind all over again, and there was still none. Funny how that works out. Buy none, have none. The lunch carried to work on Wednesday was a rectangle of frozen mac and cheese with a side of the last of the oven roasted brussels sprouts, broccoli, and carrots. Delicious, but not pizza. Wednesday’s dinner was all set with the work event, but when lunchtime rolled around again today, I was thinking about pizza. Again. Still.

An online delivery order was placed with the preferred neighborhood pizza purveyor. For a pizza this time. The beauty of online ordering is I don't have to deal with "eww, really?" when I place my order (yes, this used to happen in the call on the phone to order pizza days).

In about 40 minutes, I was lunching on a slab of fresh, hot, delicious pizza topped with the sweet and salty magic of pineapple and Kalamata olives. Supper was also a slice of pizza. Now there are foil-wrapped pizza slices in the freezer and for the next week or so, I can stop disappointing myself when I look for pizza. So easy. But why did I wait so long? It's like I hardly even know myself sometimes. Duh.