Sometimes lunch is really lame. I, being the delightful face of domesticity in our home, pack Eric’s lunch every morning. Sometimes, it’s a batch of some wonderful dinner leftovers. Sometimes, it’s something I’ve made specially for lunches. But most of the time, it’s a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, or something equally boring. But Eric…
pizza (it’s what’s for dinner).
How much do I love pizza? When I was a very picky child, pizza was one of the only foods I would eat without complaint (along with hot dogs and bologna…I’ve come a long way, folks). Since my childhood of having pepperoni pizza for every single birthday sleepover, my pizza tastes have matured a bit….