A confession: I am a pizza snob.
Yet not really. Let me explain. I know good pizza, I want good pizza, but that doesn't mean I must always have good pizza to be satisfied. Sometimes any old pie will do just fine. Like now, for instance. Our local pizzeria turns out a perfectly respectable product, which Margy and I enjoy from time to time. She's not a pizza snob at all, though she too can appreciate the good stuff; in fact, she makes the best homemade pizza I've had after my mother's. And that's no joke. But there was no dough to be kneaded tonight -- we had to order out.
Basically this is the best pizza we can get without going to too much trouble. And sometimes you just need pizza.
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