cold pizza
pizza and i have an awkward relationship. I didn’t like pizza until like 7th grade which really put me in an odd situation at most birthday parties, class parties, group project gatherings and really it ruined my life every day. But eventually i got into it. But only if it was plain cheese pizza. and if it had too much sauce, i’d peel off the cheese, wipe off some sauce and stick the cheese back on. And as a chicagoan, i committed blasphemy everytime the cheesey, saucey carb entered my mouth–i ate thin crust exclusively. Around junior year i decided to give spinach deep dish a try and OMG I FELL IN LUFF. srsly. luff it. but i still pretty much stuck with my classic cheese thin crust. ENTER COLLEGE. I don’t know how it happened, but someone persuaded me that i had to eat the sausage and mushroom at motherbears, the most happening pizza place in all of Bloomington. Whatever, i’m new, trying to make friends, i obliged. AND OMG I WAS ALSO IN LOVE WITH IT. so my favorite thing in the world now is Mother Bears with sausage and mushroom. I don’t know if chicago people know about this, but outside of chicago, sausage is different. its not like the chunky shit we’re used to–its like ground beef. and its GLORIOUS. omg i love it.
but anyways. the other night, as you may have read in this post, adam and i ordered a pizza, not motherbears(4th in the nation yall) because they were closed. but yeah. that pizza with love. but we ordered it and ate most of it. but there were two slices left. and the next day, i was hungry. so i did somethind i’d never done before—I ATE COLD PIZZA WTF?
here is the documentation of me eating cold pizza for the first time.
