| 2013.02.27 |
In my world, pizza is divided into two classes. On the one hand, there is the awesome pizza —
stuff that blows the mind with complete yumminess. On the other, there is, well, the nicer
term is "throw-away pizza" — this is the stuff that one buys because they're looking for
easy sustenance as opposed to an experience. The quality is comparatively "meh" —
its good pizza (still way better than no pizza at all), but then, your expectations are different for
this class of pie than they are for the former.
On the eve of the second "snomageddon", I bought two pies of the latter class.
Simple, cheese and pepperoni pies, with thin wheat crusts. "No big whoop." (By
the way, the pizzaria from which I bought them is more than quite capable of offerings
of the former class.)
I was explaining to Laurel that the slice of leftover pizza I'd fed to kiddo a half-hour
earlier was not meant to be her dinner.
Me: "She told me she was starving and she'd been out playing in the snow twice earlier. Just one
small slice of ..."
— now, I should have said "thin" here. But instead I chose poorly, and opted for the other term
I use for "throw-away pizza" — but I spelled it out:
... "s-h-i-t-t-y pizza."
She nodded in acknowledgment.
Kiddo: "Hey! You spelled 'cheese!' Cheese pizza!"
Shame on me.
Sadly, it's better I accept that than attempt to correct her, given the circumstances.
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