What follows is not a tale of woe, but nonetheless a cautionary tale worth telling.
Having had pizza for dinner last night and not being the total glutton that I can be, I managed to save some for today’s lunch. Before putting it away last night, I cut it into three pieces. My girlfriend suggested four and I countered with two. With an eye towards compromise, I cut it in three and went to bed.
After teaching my first class in the morning, rather than do errands like I had planned, I marked some students’ compositions and decided to have my lunch. I didn’t even consider having anything besides the pizza. I know my neighbours to the south are feasting on Turkey, but I was totally focused on the pizza.
Because I marked my students’ writing, I was starving by the time I got to the pizza. I didn’t bother to heat the first slice up. I devoured it while the other pieces were in the toaster oven. Yeah, I love cold pizza. I also enjoy cold hamburgers, and other foods that most people demand be hot. I am not quite sure why this is, but that’s the way it is.
The second piece got rather hot in the toaster oven. I thought I was paying attention, but there are so many distractions in the kitchen. The flyers with all the “Black Friday” sales appeared at my front door and I had to go get them. I also decided to clean up the coffee maker from the morning–by the way, what do you do with your coffee grounds? Are they good for plants? By the time I got to the second slice it was steaming hot. I didn’t burn it, but a few seconds later and I might have had it extra-crispy. If not for judicious blowing, I probably would have burnt my tongue.
The third piece had a bit of time to cool down, and it was just right. I enjoyed that one the most and felt sufficiently energized to get back to the virtual classroom. Truth be told, I almost went out for pizza tonight. Is it wrong to eat pizza two days in a row? Have any of my readers done more than two days in a row?
If you would like to comment on your own pizza story, that would be awesome.