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