Usually we eat out after my Thursday night class. This week I planned to meet with the people in my group so we could discuss the group paper due in April. Happily, the paper due date was delayed a week and so we decided to meet next Tuesday afternoon instead.
I called the better-half when I got in my car and told him pizza was a go. I offered to pick it up on my way home from a third-tier pizza place (still locally owned but not one of our top choices) but he declined and he headed out to get pizza from a top-tier pizza joint.
We ate the whole thing. Pizza bliss.
Looks so good! All it need is onions to be perfect. We have trouble with pizza places up here cooking the pizza enough. I am constantly having to ask for it to be well done. Yours looks cooked to perfection!
That’s our secret…we have an old pizza delivery bag that we use to transport it and then we put it into a hot oven at home. We have the same problem with pizza not being done enough. It seems like the more toppings the less done it gets.