Passover Pizza
Mike D rumbled into town for the seder Erin and I hosted. I don’t know how we crammed 17 people into our apartment, but we managed. They say wine is a social lubricant, maybe it acts as a physical one as well.
Mike D, who is achingly single, has a habit of using the word “sexual” as a complimentary adjective. Thus, we enjoyed a sexual pizza. Fun fact, did you know there are 4,500,000 hits on Google for “sexual pizza” (sans quotes)? I don’t recommend seeing for yourself. The internet is an interesting place/thing.
This being my second pizza during Passover, I came prepared with matzah this time. I scraped off the cheese/toppings/sauce and put it on the matzah, thus making a matzah pizza. It was good, but not as filling as the usual pizza. I was glad when Passover ended.
Mike D didn’t score big with the ladies during Pesach, but he scored all kinds of schwag from us. Erin and I gave him the leftover pizza, a cherry tomato plant that’s literally dying to be planted, some potting soil and some wine to take back to Texarkana.