Pizza Pals

"The process of indulging in a chicken wing is very complicated," my very good friend explains as we enter the house to begin an evening of pizza making. This tradition of pizza making is a tradition between my very good girl friend from high school and my boyfriend of over three years. We are basically the three musketeers when it comes to creating epic memories together. Making pizza is a tradition we have upheld since high school, and will hopefully carry on for years to come.

The trademark shopping trip to the best grocery store in the world is always in order before any decent pizza making session. By the time we made it back to my boyfriend's house, we were all so hungry from the exhaustive grocery trip and immediately sunk our teeth into the chicken wings we had purchased to hold us over until the pizza was ready. The three of us have also shared chicken wings together before, on a very short but fun-filled trip to Canada last March. Suffice it to say that most of our fondest memories revolve around eating some type of not-so-healthy but oh-so-delicious food item.

As much fun as the three of us have making pizza and relishing in the experience of baking our own dinner, the pizza has historically turned out less than satisfactory. We always resolve the situation by agreeing, "next time it will be better." Well tonight's pizza was that next time. It was delicious.

We set a timer to check the pizza after fifteen minutes, and as soon as the oven timer dinged, my friend and I flitted off to the kitchen, like little kids excited for ice cream. After taking the pizza out for a better look, my boyfriend asked, "should we dab the pizza?" It did seem to be oozing a slick layer of oil from the fresh veggies that had been sauteed in olive oil before topping the pizza. After dabbing the pizza as any fine pizza maker is sure to do, we briefly admired how the sauteed veggies had nicely settled into their cheesy bed of gooey deliciousness. After a few more minutes in the oven, the pizza was finally ready, and after a few quick minutes of cooling, the pizza was ready for eating. We each grabbed a couple slices and chowed down in the living room. Just like good ol' times.

Pizza. Is. Ready.

Someone just couldn't keep their hands off...

Because you can never have just one slice