Another day brought pizza to mom's hospital room, which, in turn, led my father and I to have our own pizza hankering. Or maybe our pizza hankering came out of my father's desire to watch Pacific and Treme, and not enough time to out before these shows.
We ordered a large pizza, half of which was made my way, half his way...my way = olives and artichokes, his way = pepperoni. All of it, at my father's behest, had extra cheese. It was delicious. I also like Treme the television show well enough.
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