I wish I could accurately describe how much I miss certain foods. Even if I don’t eat pizza every week, there’s a luxury involved with being able to get a damn good slice of thin crust when I crave it. Or making it at home is just as lovely. Pizza involves some of the best ingredients. You have your cheese and sauce of choice, in my case lots of roasted vegetables, probably some fresh arugula, all on top of warm, crispy bread. Yeah. That sounds nice. With a glass (bottle) of red wine.
Lesson #17: I love pizza more than I thought I did.