I was looking in the fridge the other day and realized we had a few things that were going to be going bad within the next few days and I was at a loss as to what to do with them before they ended their neglected lives on the curb contributing to landfill overflow.
Cucumbers, bell peppers, left-over chicken from a few days ago, bacon bits, scrambled eggs from breakfast, cheese. Do you see what I see? Especially with the cheese? Yes, you're right. Pizza. Toss whatever is in your fridge onto a bread crust and throw some cheese on it and call it pizza.
I have found the word 'pizza' to be comparable to beer goggles and rose colored glasses. Just as the goggles and glasses make something perhaps less than desirable become the apple of one's eye, wrap the title pizza around an absolutely bizarre combination and it is suddenly acceptable. As was proven last night when Steven looked at what came out of the oven and said, "It actually looks alright."
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