No, not THAT kind of pie! And not pork pie, either. That stuff just sounds nasty!
I think it is no surprise to anyone that I love pizza. It’s my comfort food, if given a choice between pizza and peanut butter, I would chose pizza. Every time. Hands down. Birthday? Give me the pizza over the cake. Really.
For me, one of the first most important things to do when I move into a new area, is to find a great pizza parlor that isn’t Pizza Hut or Dominoes or Little Caesar’s. When Michael and I moved to further south, we found a GREAT pizza place a mile behind us in the historic part of town. We loved it! We made it a point to go there once a month, the service was slow, but the pie was divine. The first time we went was on my birthday and I had the gall bladder attack of all gall bladder attacks that night and I ended up in the hospital. Once my gall bladder was gone, we were like clockwork, once a month, rain or shine!
We’ve not found one here yet. We’ve been eating too much Little Caesar’s. I was treated when I first moved here to a lovely place way down in the south part of town, where everything is a small, one-person pizza but I don’t think I’d remember how to get there, tbh. And it’s far, far away. Can’t remember the name, or what street it’s down.
Either way, on our many trips to the islands, we kept passing this little place called ‘Lighthouse Pizza’ on the way out. Spawn and I would both say – we need to try that someday – and then we conveniently forget. I don’t know about you, but my mind has become a steel whatchamacallit.
Valentine’s Day was not a good day for me on several fronts. And when my son came to pick me up, I had succumbed to the mother of all migraines. I’ve been ill since Thanksgiving – Bronchitis, bronchial asthma, whatever heinous crap went around in late January and now, pollen has shown up. I can’t catch a break to save my bahootie!
Reminds me I need to attach the water hose to the front of the house so I can rinse the car. Dark Charcoal shows pollen very well. Ick.
Either way, Spawn was driving, I was fussing about ODing on Tylenol and he says, you know what mom? Friday, when I pick you up, since we’re already pretty much there, I’m taking you out to Lighthouse Pizza. So dress appropriately.
We got there early on a Friday Night. The entrance into the place is a doozy and I don’t suggest making a left hand turn into it. I feared for my radiator. We were there and a family with an upset child who was really old enough to not be having that kind of a temper tantrum was there. But they left soon after we arrived.
The atmosphere was great and the pizza was really good. It was a tad pricey, but pretty much what we pay for a decent meal out for 2. And let’s be honest, eating 5 dollar pizza gets old. It’s okay, but it’s not pie. Michael and I have decided we FOUND our pizza parlor. So now we can say, we are home.
Expect some Gary at all the normal places this weekend.
Today is Friday, thank you very much – That means, Guy Day and I don’t know about you, but I NEED some Guy.
You’re welcome!
Have a good weekend all!
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Hehe, somehow I find it very funny that you call pizza a ‘pie’. (I confuse pie with sweet tarts, I guess.) And boy, does it look good! I’d love to have a *real* pizza for a change. So well done to Spawn for making good on taking you out to the pizza place. Well deserved!
Thanks for all the Guy candy! Gratefully gobbled up!
A Pizza Pie! Pizza is pizza but a pizza pie? That’s pie!
I’ve had a horrible, horrible week – ranging from another shooting, (which is additionally charged with very polarized arguments over what caused it and whose to blame.) to really unruly kids. I mean, REALLY off the chain. Things ARE changing, slowly, but surely, but this particular group has been off the charts for 2 years. I eat healthy for breakfast and lunch, but night time, I don’t care. I gained a pound this week. Sometimes, you have to have the real thing.
I think the best part of this week is a) I got some writing done (Gary) and b) I’m reading a really GREAT series – The Iron Druid. 🙂 I also had a lovely bunny for a belated Valentine’s Day installment for The Shepherd. We’ll see.
Ah, I see, there is a specific thing that is called a ‘pizza pie’, and it is distinct from ‘pizza’. Does it mean that it is a deep pan pizza?
I think we all need to cut ourselves some slack occasionally. It’s difficult enough to discipline oneself and stop eating all the things we enjoy most. Some weeks demand food consolation.
And yay, looking forward to Gary and the bunny 😉
Well, noooooooooooo.
For me, a ‘pizza’ is something you buy at the grocery, in the freezer section or at a chain restaurant, like Pizza Hut or Papa John’s. Dominoes. There is a chain here where you can walk in, buy a large pepperoni and walk back out in 3 minutes. 5 bucks. It’s been in a hot box for who knows how long. It’s a great favorite for families in a hurry or kids groups. Classrooms. Not a lot of love in it. Premade, pre packaged.
A pizza pie, on the other hand is handmade at a restaurant that is the only one – does that make sense? They are waiting for you to come in, sit down and decide WHAT you want before they start tossing that crust. There is love in that pie and each one is as singular and unique as the person who ordered it. It can be deep dish or in my case, thin crust. Less bread, more topping! My blood sugar prefers a thin crust pizza pie.
I hope that made sense.
Makes sense. And is the way I would describe a proper pizza. Except I wouldn’t use the word pie in connection with it. Hehe. Just different ways of saying the same thing.