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A New Strain

I like pizza. It is one of the items that I can happily eat over and over again, with nary a complaint (burritos are the other item in this category). On some level, it's a simple recipe: bread, sauce, cheese, and toppings. The toppings, it should be noted, don't have to be anything fancy. Sure, some restaurants try to differentiate themselves by using nicer ovens or high-end ingredients. But at its core, you really just need some dough and a few toppings. It's fun in its simplicity.

Personally, the reason I like it so much is that it's a hearty food. Let's not forget that the base of this whole thing is basically a really flat bread. That's the sort of food that's meant to provide sustenance. Put another way, I've never seen someone go on a diet and insist that they should eat pizza to get their nutrition for the day (I have seen a salad-heavy rich people diet, though). You just wouldn't describe pizza as a dainty item.

Fortunately for me, the Mild Wife shares this love of pizza; she calls them tasty open-faced sandwiches. If you think about it, it makes sense. You're basically taking the ingredients that you might've put in a sandwich (cheese, meat, sauce), and laying them on a flat piece of dough/bread. Also, let's not forget that she made and packed some pizza as our on-flight snack.

Now, for all that we like trying different foods and sampling new restaurants, we will both happily have Costco pizza for a meal. No one would mistake their food court pizza as gourmet, but we just flat out like it. It has a good mix of toppings, and it doesn't cost an arm and a leg. All in all, I think we probably have it once a month on average, though there have definitely been some months where we have purchased said pizza more than once.

My favorite reaction to pizza, however, came recently. I was heading over to a friend's place, and he'd bought Costco's take and bake pizza. Neither the Mild Wife nor I have ever had the take and bake variety before, so we were somewhat intrigued by this. Had we been missing out on a different, tastier variety of Costco pizza this whole time? Was it a better buy to get the take and bake kind rather than the food court kind? We were abuzz with questions.

The Mild Wife, however, had specific instructions: take notes. She wanted to know where it came from, and whether or not we should switch our Costco pizza budget to a new variety. I made sure to eat my food more slowly that night, so as to get a very deliberate taste of the pizza.

In the end, I liked the pizza just fine, but I didn't recommend switching to the new version. Still, the fact that I took mental notes about a pizza made me chuckle as I was eating. It's a fun food, I tell you.

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