Cold Pizza

When I was a kid, I hated pizza with a capital “H-A-T-E-D”. I don’t know why. Maybe it was to be different, maybe it was because I didn’t like tomatoes, maybe it was because I was sometimes a stubborn kid who just didn’t want to like it because I didn’t want to like it.

Today, I love pizza. It has all of the major food groups in it. It’s an everyman’s food. If you could just put potatoes somehow on it. Love me some potatoes. Ahem, I digress.

In college, there was a Pizza Hut up the street and every time I could scrape together enough money, I’d get a Supreme Pan Pizza with black olives and I’d commence to eating on it. (My homage to Narm, we’re country boys). That pizza would never fit into the dinky refrigerator we had in our dorm so that leftover pizza would sit out all night long. Did I throw it away for fear of food poisoning of some sort? Heck, no, I’d commence to eating it for breakfast the next morning.

I love some Pizza Hut pizza. I had some last night and this morning in true taawd fashion, I had some for breakfast, sure it sat out all night long again but am I worried? Heck no! Pizza Hut pizza is almost better the day after you get it.

Oh, I wish I’d remembered to tell them to put the black olives on it this time. Oh and right now, they’re offering a medium one-topping pizza for a cent when you buy a large pizza.

What a deal, talk about a way to beat the recession!