Sunday, May 17, 2009

Cold Pizza for Breakfast

Cold pizza for breakfast is one of life's simple pleasures, to me. Especially in the quiet, early morning, before anyone else is awake, opening the refrigerator door to snag a cold slice. Growing up on Kinchley's pizza in NJ, I'm used to thin crust pie, or Matzoh-pizza, the moniker I'm most fond of, next to the pizza itself. It may not be kosher, but it is a treat I allow myself once in a while.

My daughter Julia is leaving for a summer semester in England on Monday. Last night, Saturday night, we watched the Real Housewives of every state that has been produced for television, and ordered a pizza. It was a really nice night, just hanging out and relaxing.
When Julia is the land of Bangers and Mashed and Bass Ale, she can fondly remember Pizza and Chardonnay with mom. I am going to miss her so much!


  1. i love pizza. yummm. best of luck for your daughter!

  2. I talked to Jules for a bit this afternoon, and she said you guys did that. Sounded like a fun night! I kind of missed TV when I was awake at five a.m. this morning.