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July 02, 2008
Pizza
Last night I was up past midnight, which is to say I was up way past my bedtime, when I developed a craving for pizza. I knew I couldn't have any, as there was none in the house and it was time for bed.
So I typed a crazed and sleep deprived scream and posted it to an online community associated with my college:
I WANT PIZZA! ALL DAY EVERY DAY! I CAN'T REMEMBER A DAY IN MY RECENT LIFE (PAST 10 YEARS) WHEN I DIDN'T CRAVE PIZZA DURING ANY GIVEN 24-HOUR PERIOD. YET SOMEHOW I EAT IT LESS THAN ONCE A WEEK. IS THIS A GOOD THING, A TESTAMENT TO MY SELF CONTROL AND HEALTHY EATING HABITS? IS THIS A BAD THING, THAT SUCH A PRIMAL URGE GOES UNFULFILLED? IS THIS A LIE, CONSIDERING THE NUMBER OF BREAD-SPAGHETTI SAUCE-MOZZARELLA OR (MEXICAN VERSION) BREAD-SALSA-CHEDDAR COMBOS I EAT EVERY WEEK? HOW STRICT IS YOUR DEFINITION OF PIZZA?
(Ben also likes pizza, as has been chronicled, but his love of the food is perhaps more moderate than mine.
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By this morning, many people had responded to my crazed appreciation for pizza, most of them expressing their own feelings of deep appreciation for it. One person said she had taken this love of pizza too far: "(My husband)and I also blithely assumed that we could 'eat pizza every day.' So we made a bet with one another, which we called Pizza Week. We had to eat pizza every single day for a week, and twice on Sunday. We barely made it, and didn't have pizza at all for probably 2 months after that experience."
Rather than accept the lesson of another's painful experience, I have chosen to take that anecdote as a challenge. This woman and her husband could not survive Pizza Week. That leaves to me the task of proving that it can be done.
As soon as I realized my mission, my stomach began to grumble. It was nearly lunch time, so I headed to the mom-and-pop slice shop at a decaying mall near my office and ordered a slice of cheese.
It was bad. Not completely bad - this was moderately palatable pizza - but there wasn't much flavor or texture and it was a disappointing slice.
That's when I knew I'd have to have more pizza for dinner. A fresh slice of quality pie to blot out the memory of the afternoon's disappointments.
After work, I headed to Stark Naked Pizza and ordered three slices. One for me, one for Ben, one for lunch tomorrow.
I'm not saying I could - or would want to - eat pizza for every meal of every day. But a slice a day for a week seems doable, enjoyable even, at least today, Wednesday, day one of the challenge.
Pizza Week will be over in six days. Until then, one question remains: Will I conquer the pizza, or will it conquer me?
Posted by Courtney_Sherwood at July 2, 2008 11:12 PM